outro meu

Drop lines

When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now
And you are the youngest star in the sky
Will I be missing you
Or will I be asking why

If I drop you the line
And say yes I will marry you
Will my life always shine
Or will it turn blue

You need me to need you
You need me to feed you
When you’re sixty-four

But will I be fed
Or will I regret
opening this door


(Ana Amália - 20/05/2010)
Poema com tema e primeiro verso propostos pela prof. Maria Fachin na disciplina de Creative Writing in English - Letras/PUC-SP