I know you have inner
Demons hiding in your
Head.
Flowers in your head that made you
Look like a princess,
A princess who prefer a flowers in her
Hair than a shinning crown.
But darling, I know your dirty little secrets and I know you have a heart
Made of diamond.
I know you still hides our picture in your old black wallet that I gave you
Last christmas.
You are pure. Pure as virgin mary.
Thats what heaven told me yet, thats what satan's doesn't want.
Oh darling darling, you're so lovely, lovely as my mother. I still look
At you sleeping through your
Window.
YOU ARE READING
Abundance of poems;
PuisiPerhaps writing poems is just my only escape that I could think of;
