segunda-feira, 12 de novembro de 2012

Enkeli


I don't know you
Not now, not then
And probably, I'll never do

The pieces of you
I came to know
Were merely that:
Pieces

I discovered, dear
How I want you
The whole you
Gentle and sour
Wicked and bewitching
Because you're the
Perfect balance

You should know, then
How messed up
All this is
How messed up I am
For myself
And how messed up are
Both of us together

We've been marked to death
And we've passed through
The world, the fears
And the demons
Eating from inside

Forgive me if I'm wrong
This is product of
Complete desperation
And being so
It tends to uselessness

But if I'm right
I'm turning to you
And I'm falling to my knees
And I'm offering you
All I have
Take all you want
My tender devotion
My cruel take-backs
My bitter unrequited love...

All I want in return is you
True and whole
Dark and enlightened
With heartless despise
Ruthless responses
And this sweet poison
Of yours...

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