Inside my Cancer shell, I was afraid of pain,
Of all those hurtful things that broke who I became.
It made me harsh and rough, disorders were to blame,
I closed myself inside, but it was all in vain.
The few who make me laugh are not those to forget.
I chose to stay away from helpful smiles and tales,
I thought it best to throw all hopes I had in gales,
But unaware of joys I killed, and woe I let.
Despite our minds' big odds, and moral strict accounts,
The gates are all open for horses Eros mounts,
With common tongues and sounds our links will well comply.
Thy eyes and witty grin are ways to make me move.
So with thy enthusiasm on my skin as a groove,
I'll sit here waiting where the winds of bliss will fly.
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Musify
Poesie[Français & English] I decided to show here my future works of poetry and maybe my past ones. Almost all of them have been inspired by different Muses over my lifetime. Because life is less harsh when you Musify it. ------ J'ai décidé de montrer ici...
