homus - randómicious

Encontré esto en un cuaderno de clase de economía... no me gusta para nada, pero es algo que a alguien le puede gustar, así que supongo que está bien ponerlo acá.

"I ask myself what it is, for no word we'd ever exchanged
Physical love's seen wrong, but I could finally move beyond
Saw ya in a million faces, called ya a million names.
Saw you move slo-mo, at the top of da world
Hell & back, in rehab, heart's so dark, you can't turn back.
Broken lips meant to be kissed, healed by me...
so sweet, so full, so welcoming
Your eyes, their shape, perfect craddle for tears,
the ones ya hide, the same I wanna dry.
Brows asking unanswerable questions,
knowing they won't be satisfied.
Veins & scars in the outside, mapping your soul.
You're the same demon you want to exorcize."