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Pouring Verses Fallen From My Desk

It is my heart I want to pour out
when it makes shed a tear that I can't help.

It is my mouth I must keep shut
when I cannot understand what it is,
what makes me feel like this.

It is my resignation I need to overpass
when everything is slowly ruining down
and I cannot fix it up.

It is my blood I let flow off
when my time is being wasted
and I don't take any attitude about it.

Is it my hand I use to hold up
the only gun I own to protect me
when it attacks me in moments like now.

(Júlio B.)