Silent pirate
He came at me in a shame disguise,
foolish,
plain.
I opened the door of the beat,
he,
he did a mess,
even those scars he ripped apart.
Almost a lucky charm.
I even thought that my eyes were filled with stars.
It was too late when I realized,
the crulest crime,
the words come by.
He oh he! was a thief.
Not a good one, because I woked up in those cold tiles,
freezing,
draining,
in a loneliness trap.
He took it all,
blank pages,
red soars.
Pitty did’nt work, for I was left behind,
in hands of a silent storm,
as I escalate I understood,
he was just a silent pirate,
running away,
leaving behind all that was mine, but this I can say,
he was a pirate that teached me the most.
