- جمعه ۲۹ تیر ۰۳
- ۲۳:۲۰
I found a breather, down the other street
In a greenish blazer, unshaved yet so sweet
We walked the boulevard, our steps were unmatched
We got to a park and, on a bench we sat
I sang him a song, I told him a joke
To me he warmed up, Loose the stroy broke
The rage and the madness, the corruption in my mind
Unmasked the emotion, let the fight inside
I scratched at my marks, I said I have lied
He didn't know me, he was barely kind
He told me I was wrong, he pressed on the bruise
That's all a soul needs, a cold titanic cruise
So God made the head, Built to be rubble
And heart to be destroyed, into a brothel
I finished my rant up, he gazed at me cold
He stood up with ease, left me into the crowd
I sat there unmoved, shaken motionless
Once more to find out, poems heal not a curse
پ.ن: من آزاد شدم :) شما چه خبر؟
- دست به قلم
- ۱۱۶
