quarta-feira, 9 de abril de 2014

Under My Bed, There’s Me

It’s not all black and white
The ones who we think we are
Nor is it all grey scale
We’re more of a polychrome jar
With secrets so deeply kept
We’ve just to leave ‘em inside
Or under rug swept
For our pride we’ve got to hide

Part (of me) I didn’t know existed
Is menacing my old self to die
With shatters of my own personality
It’s my emotions I ought to pry
Unsettled and mixed feelings
I pray no one ever has
I ought to look for shelter
For me and all that jazz

Rodrigo Aleixo

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