quinta-feira, 19 de junho de 2014

Suburbs

I

a sovereign time have I seen
kissing her golden face and eyes
with red lips and dead blood of green
though the green was blue and the blues were you,
I have not been
the man I should.

II 

With my ugly face o'er hers,
I could relax and see myself reflected in my love.
I could see unseen worlds and visages hiding alone,
in her dead dwelling place, but I wasn't scared.
I was in love.

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