Poetry

Poetry bother me,

late night,

late in the day ,

does not matter!

.It Is a desire to vomit

a new world,

a new thing

that azucrina me ,

.me Chases in bed ,

rips the mattress ,

I steal the covers,

I hijacks the pajamas.

.all Day bother me,

everyday,

all the time,

does not matter!

.A Poetry pisses me off

all the time,

robs me the second ,

the minutes , the entire clock.

.Acaba With my calm ,

bare my soul ,

accentuates my anger

and stone me ,

.me Turns inside out ,

disrespects me ,

me frightens ,

sacaneia me ,

.She Takes me

and you receive me as anecdote,

Sometimes you love me

and sometimes I hate me .

Poetry complete me ,

But never satisfy me .

So addiction me

this drug me anesthesia ,

.They Treat me like a b***h

And f***s me mercilessly ,

smells all my powder

and leave me in bed , alone.

.Me Separates ,

Alienates me ,

Enslaves me ,

I still buries in life.

.Faz Me to be

Another toy,

poetry that complete me ,

But never satisfies .