I've been feeling weird
It's like, it's there
But where?
I like to know, sometimes
Don't know if she also likes
I was whispered a tale
But yet it seems I've failed
Cause no doom is good enough,
No love could heal me up
Could anything be that strong?
Not all want to be good
And those who wish, are they good?
And yet I think about it
She's not a healer,
Though I'd want it
She's just a miracle,
Do I deserve one?
Miracles make things way too easy
And I haven't been much of a prayer
Thence, here I stand
The same place from where I came
And if a miracle's too much light
I'll let her glow at her own time
Just like a bluebird's singing flight
I'll watch my loving of her sight
Oh, heroiclessness
I have come for thy judgment.
A Ceiba speciosa e seu espinhos
2 years ago
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