Poeminha brega escrito ás 6:30 da manhã, resultado de uma noite cheia de pesadelos (acho q exagerei no sanduíche de linguiça de ontem...):
"Stop!" She whispered
"Go on!" She cried
Forever in a moment
Onion Girl
Simple boy
Perfection
In the blink of an eye
"Stay inside..." She wanted
"Run", She did
in the comfort of the nothingness,
Peace and Pain
Waiting...
For the one with the knife.
A lifetime, on hold
Hit and run
Cut through
See within
Stand beside
Hold tight by letting go.