Brave
And when they look at me they clothe me with sweetness
Then I stop being who I am
And I begin to be who you make me be
To suffer a shipwreck on your lips
I want us to be one with the wind
Daily die in your arms
There is no serenity worth
There is only one fire in my chest
A hell that saves
Along with the harmony of silence
That rests on your breasts
The revenge of old desires
They struggle until they reach
Always leaving behind
A group of corpses including mine
This love might be blasphemous
Can be ignorant
Might not be many things
I only assure you one thing
This love will never be coward
Nice post!
I am glad you liked it
Nice post with good contents
Awesome... Especially the closing lines... "Love can't be a coward"
Thanks, It would be against its nature.
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