Mrs. Smith
Posted in Poems on 14 de abril de 2010 by karolinecostaShe lies her head
And her body in her
Blood wet bed
.
Her imaginarium flows
Wishing her dream
And her tears blows
.
Mrs. Smith look at me
Look at your face
Mrs. Smith look at me
Look in your empty core
.
She doesn’t care anymore
She doesn’t care anymore
She doesn’t care anymore
.
She lies her head
And her sorrow in
The cold floor
.
Not in her bed
No, not anymore!
karolinecosta