Once I crossed a street,
And because of the silence
Coming from both sides,
I didn't look another time.
I was hit,
I was run over like an abandoned bitch.
That was my biggest mistake.
Já é tarde, muito tarde, Para o cão e sua dor, O desamor que ele sofreu Por quem perdeu o coração. No chão, o sangue espalhado, A crueldad...
Excellent metaphor for being caught unaware. Well written. My compliments.
ResponderExcluirYou can also make mistakes ..
ResponderExcluirThanks fot visit
Kiss
Morris