Doctor, I can not taste anything

The flavors of life have always beheld his senses

after so many injuries the sensations disappeared

Everything he used as his defenses

Although things don't make a difference, still weird

The sweet of the kisses, the bitter of truth

Under the bridges, in the splendor of youth

The touch misses, the thigh so smooth

Feelings into pieces, trapped in a booth

"Doctor, what is wrong with me?"

You just can not feel if your heart is not in it

"Doctor, I just want to disagree"

One day will be time for you to get the spirit

A tongue that can not feel anything

Where the sense of emptiness is always strange

A void of disgust that still cling

The beginning of a change

Oliver Yeager

1st September 2018

Oliver Yeager
Enviado por Oliver Yeager em 22/02/2019
Reeditado em 16/03/2019
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