(Sonnet monosyllables)
.
I do not know what I saw in you,
if it was the flower of your skin or the network
so cruel, so vile, that I get thirsty you
in the sea of \u200b\u200blight in which I saw.
is in the endless sea in which I
which fish towards you, without further ado,
which light is not ; see, if you go,
and I do not know what I saw in you, or who I am.
.
I do not know what I saw in you,
if it was the flower of your skin or the network
so cruel, so vile, that I get thirsty you
in the sea of \u200b\u200blight in which I saw.
is in the endless sea in which I
which fish towards you, without further ado,
which light is not ; see, if you go,
and I do not know what I saw in you, or who I am.
Maybe your face my god, my faith,
my light skin and voice that I know;
that gives me peace and no.
Perhaps because it was me who you,
more I do not know if I went or I went;
I know is that without you, I'm not me.
my light skin and voice that I know;
that gives me peace and no.
Perhaps because it was me who you,
more I do not know if I went or I went;
I know is that without you, I'm not me.
0 comments:
Post a Comment