Poems from suzsano
Days are cold,
and nights will dew.
Time is passed,
memories crude.
A morte recalls,
that sweet distort.
I envy peace,
desire heart.
So close to the finish,
yet so part in the brain.
I fear it much dearly,
but I long for its bed.
It comforts to know,
and watch pain go...
Its only six letters,
six first and six then.
Its meaning much louder,
It thrusts in the head.
I guard and I shield it,
for its weak in the...
I feel it within me,
It thrives in my veins,
It's love for me vital,
without it I'm slein.
I pray each day to keep it,
Far as it may,
It's...
It pains me to have,
it pains me to loose,
I hate it so much,
but why must I choose?
This is not life,
it's just a bruise.
Take it away,
no...