quarta-feira, 30 de outubro de 2013

maybe 
i’m in the black, 
maybe 
i’m on my knees
maybe 
i’m in the gap between the 
two trapezes
but my heart is beating 
and my pulses start
cathedrals in my heart

see the arrow that they shot, 
trying to tear us apart?
fire from my belly 
and the beat from my heart.
still i won't let go.

maybe