Throw Your Reflection to the Stars
Throw your reflection to the stars.
Your looks are my prison—my awareness lays behind your bars.
Praises to the laws, let there be flaws,
Contradictions in your behavior.
I’m nothing more than a favor,
Given because I saw your flavor.
I mean, I did a lot of waiting—
No hand in marriage, but my desires pulsating.
On my knees, sore as can be, my hope feigning.
Flas...