Forsaken Feeling

Forgive me
For such has to be
Forever
Forgotten and
Forbidden
For me

Rodrigo Aleixo

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