Edison Woods
Was He A Poet?
Was he a poet? Magician? Was it really time to disappear? He had his intuition. I had to have lines on my paper. He was the most ancient thing that I could grasp. Fleetingly still counts, He had the sea and he had the moon. I had my reason. Maybe I was afraid you'd read some truths about me. Cuz you've always been a mirror like that. How you'd watch me get all mixed up. How you'd watch me mess it all up. I should have known by your bag of poems and trap doors. Should have called that one. Should have called that one. Should have called that one.
From Letras Mania