How I wish we don't meet at first!
I'm now a night walker
In the mirror of thorns
Picking my path
At the hanging of head
I hardly perceive a gait
Without observing your shadow
I think I need to see you
Not because of anything anymore
But for my freedom from this prison.
My Mama told me in silence phrases
"Love is nothing but a pleasurable
Incision at the restless beating of human
Heart in which irregularity of emotions
Is a capital lesson"
This is nothing to me but a beating drum
But now Mama, I understand how you feel
When you cry alone at night in one corner
And Papa will smile only on Christmas day
I now have your blood Mama, and your pains too.
We wish to be together
And when we're together
We wish to be assunder
But beyond this, I don't really have my heart
Exchange of skin is a recurring flashback.
WORLD BARNABAS
Hello, I am Jodekss Gloatkenf --my penname. I am a professional writer, ghostwriter, researcher, editor, blogger, podcaster, artist, thinker and lightworker. I believe in creativeness, diversity and uniqueness --my definition of art.
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