quinta-feira, 18 de janeiro de 2018

Pathos

Nothing is more dangerous
than a woman's heart,
hell hath no fury
like a woman scorned.

Each beating a command
from the most ruthless queen
her crown molten in gold
and pretty;
she's not afraid to want,
she is greedy.

Lies in a bed of thorns
and wakes only with petals
that caress and tend
the wounds from your battles.

31/12/2017

Letícia Bolzon Silva and Spoons

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