Israel JM
Poeta recién llegado
I need to know
What's behind your hair
Not your thoughts
If not all your brain
They think "it's the same"
But only one shows me something
Only a poetry of pain
I'm a wretch, I want a queen
They will go faster
But the death is closest
Close to the bed
My name is not punctured
They call me silent
I put my face in the night
That doesn't represent my love
Nobody understands, I hope
This is called love poetry?
When the darkness puts its hands on me
I'm not sure, but I'm not walking to heaven
When the angels kill me, I will hit my mind
What's behind your hair
Not your thoughts
If not all your brain
They think "it's the same"
But only one shows me something
Only a poetry of pain
I'm a wretch, I want a queen
They will go faster
But the death is closest
Close to the bed
My name is not punctured
They call me silent
I put my face in the night
That doesn't represent my love
Nobody understands, I hope
This is called love poetry?
When the darkness puts its hands on me
I'm not sure, but I'm not walking to heaven
When the angels kill me, I will hit my mind
