quinta-feira, 25 de maio de 2017

Grave of the Firefly

She's nearly a girl
With only a few years old,
But
Already knows
A few words (and fears too)

Fly fly Mr. Firefly.
Fly fly Mr. Firefly.
Dive into
the night sky.


She cries in hunger
For her Brother,
Since
She has no
Mother
or Father.

Oh boy,
She's a bother.

segunda-feira, 15 de maio de 2017

My love,

I feel
the breeze
on my face.

I feel
the music
on my skin.

I feel
the sun on my head


I was at the right place,
where spring
had flowers and birds
That could sing our song.
Right? (haha)

And now
I feel so strong
Since you came along...