Poesia postata in Poesie (Poesie in lingua straniera)
Hence, that glance you use me, gives me no chance:
you just leave in advance,
and I won’t have my heart broke by this present tense.
No offence, but you played me for a fool;
now comes my turn & I’ll break the rule.
It’s at least cool not to tear off that shiny wool from thus sheepy blues
I give you some clues: as in our beloved library we read...