My tears are blood;
My heart is a rock;
My muscles are rain;
My bones are plastic;
And when I sit in the moonlight, my red tears fall like a kid falls from the moon when he sleeps.
My heart was thinking...
If it was made by rock, if i cry blood and my muscles is rain...
We could put the rain on my eyes, the blood on my heart and the rock was the strength to move on my life and not to look back to bad days. Because the bad days make a river made by blood, the rocks break and the rain disappear.
by beatriz
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