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Bem Vindos! Blogue de poesia, desfrutem! Welcome! Poetry blog, enjoy your stay!

Linha esquerda

Bem Vindos! Blogue de poesia, desfrutem! Welcome! Poetry blog, enjoy your stay!

And the little child
Is hurt, mama's boy
Can't find his way
To the toys, it cries
For love and affection
It has pain in its heart

 

Don't worry child
It's almost over
Just a pin drop
Of tears, will be enough
Papa's gone, we are
All that's last
We're going to travel
One last time

 

You wonder why
I left you here
I just want to show you
How strong you are
A committment I swore
Was to lay beside you
And show you the real world
You're not dead or broken
You are simply unattached
Let it sink in

 

Breath through your nose
Not the mouth
Sleep with angels of life
Turn your back to death
Your time will come
But before that, look it!
Look her in the eyes
And ask her
Why am i crying?
Why am I tired?
The answer does not
Lead her way, does it?
Clean up yourself son
Mommy is waiting