Poetrey and music

What you hear and say

Can you feel my pulse….
Towering against the evening without sleep
It is under the earth
But some people have it inside
The moon makes some to hunter
The night is longer than usual
And the heat between the two can be changed
Eroticism can be compared with wild city youth
Forever living in the free hangout
Something that stands you in the eyes
Your mother taught you better
But all lives are not equal
And continue to judge the other for it
In addition to that someone judge you for your debt
Then slamming it in the air
So think once or twice about
It that you teach in your street