quarta-feira, 20 de março de 2013

Did You Tell Her?















By Betty


Did you tell her?
Did you tell her about us?
Did you tell her what we did?
Did you tell her I talk dirty?
Did you tell her that you screamed?
Did you tell her we went somewhere dark so we couldn't be seen?
Did you tell her...?
Did ya...?

Did you tell her?
Did you tell her about us?
Did you tell her what we did?
Did you tell her I got nasty?
Did you tell her you got wild?
Did you tell that we came, and stayed for awhile?
Did you tell her...?
Did ya...?
Think you better?
Did you tell her?
Did ya...?

Cheater!
Cheater!

Before a grand jury today
Difference of opinions
Sex scandal of the century
Moment of truth vs
Who said who said
Sex scandal vs a sex scandal vs a sex scandal...

Did you tell her?
Did you tell her about us?
Did you tell her what we did?
Did you tell her I was cool?
Did you tell her you were hot?
Did you show her all the things we used, and how to tie a knot?
Did you tell her...?
Did ya...?
Think you better?
Did you tell her?
Did ya...?

Did you tell her?
Did you tell her about us?
Did you tell her what we did?
Did you tell her what I asked you?
Did you tell her you said yes?
Did you tell her you got on your knees and begged me for less?
Did you tell her...?
Did ya...?
Think you better?
Did ya...?
Did you tell her?

Cheater, cheater!
Cheater caught up in a lie!
You're a cheater!
Cheater, so am I
Cheater caught up in a lie!
You're a cheater!


Ria muito ouvindo essa música até pouco tempo atrás ^^

segunda-feira, 11 de março de 2013

Terceira

















Ela espetou seus dedos em agulhas
Na sangria de sua alma pecaminosa
Esperando que sua dor cessasse,
Esperando que sua mente perdoasse.

Caminhou milhas com os pés nus
Na estrada da pedras cortantes
Desejando que pudesse esquecer,
Desejando que pudesse renascer.

Ela era doce como a língua dos poetas
E amarga como o fel na língua sensível;
Carregava a guerra em olhos perdidos
E a culpa dos assassinos arrependidos.

A morte a acompanhava em passos
Mas não lhe era muito generosa
Em suas simples súplicas de piedade;
A morte apenas observava enquanto
Sua hora não se tornasse uma verdade.

quinta-feira, 7 de março de 2013

Milhões






















Destruíram meu core
Com uma estrela,
Com vasta ferida,
Com indiferenças.

Entrou sorrateiramente,
Quando repousei
Você levantou-se
Em oposição a mim.

Agora carrego a morte
Deitada em meus braços,
Pele flagelada por cacos,
Mente condenada sem intervalo.

Ah, são tantos vocês!
Sou uma contra o mundo,
Fortalecida em fraquejar,
Poetisa em ser uma criança.

Quebraram, cortaram
E eu resisto sem ser
Toda a força que se vê,
Em ser eu na dor, sem ser.