jueves, 30 de abril de 2020

For Sofia (she doesn't exist)

I have decided gently been invited
to witness headless spinning sense
in a whisper beeping teasing my inner sadness
and i have constructed abducted an stablished
to conserve with great madness
my heart in a jar half crashed
half destroyed battered and teared
with a timeless instructed boom bang
feeling it, fearing it
with its moment passed
like a phone that just rang

My sweet love, my cautiously decorated muse
don't do what my heart desires
for satisfaction leaves me a little heartless
against seeing you for a little while
in these moments that the night implies
our loneliness is meant to last