Thorn in the Rose
They are lizards, they are inclined to lie,
embraced immediately by the thorn in the heat of their laughter,
and then you do nothing
if you don't just read poems,
play on words,
and count the syllables,
see if the alarm is correct,
the awakening of the syllable of words,
pulled by the belief that you are the fly
fly among the thorns,
and I have nothing to do otherwise
just send the sweet lick to your tongue..
Jun 21, 2021
Jun 21, 2021 at 7:30 AM UTC
Thorn in the Rose
They are lizards, they are inclined to lie,
embraced immediately by the thorn in the heat of their laughter,
and then you do nothing
if you don't just read poems,
play on words,
and count the syllables,
see if the alarm is correct,
the awakening of the syllable of words,
pulled by the belief that you are the fly
fly among the thorns,
and I have nothing to do otherwise
just send the sweet lick to your tongue..