terça-feira, 6 de junho de 2017

Body, life and freedom

Once upon a time
a pretty boy I met
crossed reason's line
whispering of high bet.

Putting my fate on cards,
he wanted all of me;
however, a queen of hearts
though not in hand, by the end I would be.

Loneliness of the lethal smile
pierced me with seven spades
thinking to possess such guile
I could not see through its charades.

I might have given in to your charms,
but make no mistake -
I may fit well between your arms
but my free spirit is not a fake.


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