“Indicação” nº 14 do dia:

Confidences

If you drink from my glass, dear
You will guess my secret
Take a kiss from my lips, dear
And know my desire
Make a cut in my flesh, dear
And reveal my fear
Look me straight in the face, dear
And feel all my sorrow
If not for me
My destiny and poetry
I would try, someday
To take someone
Along my way
But I’m a poet gone astray
For I drink my verse with wine
And I rhyme my life with fate