Shelter

Be in love

Be thy shelter

Be my hostel

I will be your hostage

I will be

Greater than the hearts of heaven

my love

will rest 

upon thee.

And when the synergistic whoppers

have you cross the fire rounds

and your shirts are burning golden

and your hair stinks to alcohol

If you blame my eyes for loving

all your beauty within the drunkyards

'cause I never seem to have you

when you are sobered up

It is my turn to lose ground

in the desert places of fallen.

To Bono,

or to Chris Martin

or to Justin Bieber

or to Justin Timberlake

or to Steve Tyler

or to Mick Jagger

or to.....you!

Thaís Fernanda Ortiz de Moraes