Ghosts from my past.

Olá a todos. este poema simplesmente surgiu de uma maneira quase igual a todos meus textos e afins: Do nada. Enfim, espero que agrade a vocês, e peço desculpas a qq erro, meu inglês não é muito bom.

"She speaks to me, everyday, every night

But her voice never seems so familiar

Sounds like a thunder on my mind.

Like some chains in my hands.

Like poison for my body

There is a ghost around my world.

Without her pretty tongue, but screams a lot.

Say the words I don’t want to know

The words I knew in the past

One sentence, three words, many meanings.

Why me?

What have I done?

Was I a bad guy?

Or just an immature one?

The time passes by, the people change.

But that ghost still in my brains.

Like a worm, eatin’ my tripe.

Only sayin’ those words…"

LMN, Droog's Sentence: "They don't believe in my dreams, but I keep them alive."