Tired melancholy

António Anacleto

Let my hat be called John,
let my bones be called Mary,
let my self be called Death
and let's all off us cry about it!
Sweet was my dreams before you,
Sweet was my Live as a child!
Now I just grew
and I lost my soul.
I lost my fate in my self
so God forgive me if I die
or, so afraid, I sit and cry!
God Help me with my strength.
Just pretend and look around
as if I'm not here.
Just pretend and look around
as if I have no fear.
So if I'm death tomorrow,
nobody should feel strange
because my heard already stopped
from beating for a cause!
This days I'm just surviving
waiting for any magic
Or in a more likely alternative
for the end off the days.
  • Autor: António Anacleto (Pseudónimo (Offline Offline)
  • Publicado: 16 de março de 2025 07:24
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  • Maria dorta

    Dont give UP! Keep figthing!



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