segunda-feira, 15 de setembro de 2014

Poetry, not poverty (10)


Living day by day, not being captive.
Give all pressures away, feel instinctive.
No less pain, but much more gain.
I wanna your desires. You lighting my fire!
Not silly reactions, but good intentions. Fully.
Not a munches of me, but a bunch of us
I don’t wanna your mercy, but you miss me.
Touch me. Hold me. Kiss me.
I don’t wanna you unrest
I just wanna love you the best.

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