quinta-feira, 25 de janeiro de 2018

Behind the myth

Have you heard of his cool hair?
He's got some style
and a cheeky, dirty smile
on his boyish face, ready-to-wear.

You wish you were a ring
around those fingers that certainly stroke
a rosebud at the beginning of spring
and someone's face without a joke.

There cannot be a girl under his eye
that word of mouth shouts "womanizer,
heartbreaker, can only say goodbye!",
as though it made them any wiser.

Have you heard of how his voice
is so soft, yet raw around the edges
when it echos palpable pledges
born without much choice?

You wish you brought up the dimple
that made him like a child
despite the forehead wrinkle
from when the times got wild.

11/01/2018

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