sábado, 5 de abril de 2014

Pulled by the balls



Pulled by the balls

It is so simple
You know

She simple knows
By her beloved heart
When I must stop drinking

It is a fact
That she knows
All of the people
I must talk to

So why discuss
Because she knows
Where and when
I can have a smoke

Below the whitish sunlight
Its eventual rays
And its horrible facts

Nobody knows me
Better than her

Haven that said
You know
I´m pulled by the balls

Into the blue sky
Of Almighty god´s
Matter-of-factness

Where nobody will ever know
If next second will bring
Doom or salvation


Para Elia
VABM  April 5, 2014


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