The days are gone for the baby, who'll be living on its own.
Her teddy will no longer be needed,
Same as her beautiful room.
She'll need to learn how to cook,
or she'll starve herself to death.
Yet there will be no one who'll take a look,
on whether or not she irons her dress.
She will enjoy the freedom and the fun of being away.
And will soon start buying things without thinking how much she pays.
She will love her dream job,
And pretends she is.
For she forgot that her heart was left,
The moment she left the east.
Soon she will feel strange, like something has been lost.
She will find it in bars, in cafes, and even ask her boss.
But it will be too late for the baby to be back home,
For all her life she thought it was her real home.
YOU ARE READING
Her unknown letters
PoesíaIn the midst of her saddest days, she didn't cry nor asked for help, she just let her words run through her veins, and paint the poetry she longs to say. My first poetry book.
