My FaceA Poem by Caio Emmanuel
I make myself a piece of a game
A dance in a prom
A day in a month
I make a riot, start a mess
Show the beautiful lady how to laugh
I make sex, make a funny one
Make a misbehaving son
I make draws, make art
Make a little world, and of it I make part
I make myself a spoon, a favorite dish
Make of a wrong answer, a right mistake
Make me a friend, better or any
Make a lovely play so I applaud standing
Make my house a home, of my home a dream
Make the tear a book about a smilling boy
I make myself a biography, make in profile
Make myself a color no one as ever seen
Make of letters a book, and of the book a paper plane
Play myself dumb, inteligent and a complete a*****e
Make the family united
Make siblings one, just.
Make on my life, changes.
'Till we return to dust.
© 2010 Caio Emmanuel
Added on February 9, 2010
Last Updated on February 10, 2010
Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
AboutIf there was a perfect way of describing me I promise you I'd post it here. There's not, though, so here it goes some stuff: I'm 19 years old, I've been writing stories, mostly about fantasy, since I .. more..