Poemas Que Colori
Mariana Nolasco
Poems That I Colored
He is a bit of truths halves wickedness
But so naive that in the depths of longing
And when he wakes up it seems like he doesn't care
With a smile that extends
Crosses the wall and then wraps me up
And comes back
Like someone who comes and goes
Because I'm not for those
Who catch and release me, destroy me inside
Then defeat me and come back
Like someone who comes and goes
Because I'm for those
He is a bit of whole empty lies
But when spoken they turn into poems
And when he sleeps it seems like he cares a lot
With a smile that extends
Crosses the wall and then wraps me up
And comes back
Like someone who comes and goes
Because I'm for those
Who surrender and care, understand me inside
Then involve me in roses
Like someone who comes and goes
Because I'm for those
He smiles, hugs me slowly
Wins me over with your gaze
And listens to me, even if it's
Listening to nonsense in such small talks
He smiles, hugs me slowly
Wins me over with your gaze
And listens to me, even if it's
Listening to nonsense in such small talks
They turn into poems
That I colored
He is a bit of truths halves wickedness
But so naive that in the depths of longing
And when he wakes up it seems like he doesn't care
With a smile that extends
Crosses the wall and then wraps me up
And comes back
Like someone who comes and goes
Because I'm not for those
Who catch and release me, destroy me inside
Then defeat me and come back
Like someone who comes and goes
Because I'm for those
He smiles, hugs me slowly
Wins me over with your gaze
And listens to me, even if it's
Listening to nonsense in such small talks
He smiles, hugs me slowly
Wins me over with your gaze
And listens to me, even if it's
Listening to nonsense in such small talks
They turn into poems
That I colored
