The monster
- Copito
- 13 mar 2024
- 1 Min. de lectura
Actualizado: 19 mar 2024
Lucky of mine I was planning my last goodbye,
the roses that filled with me there are not still alive,
some ugly monster is telling me that I am not safe here,
he´s red with blue light eyes and I want myself to disappear.
Nobody wants to play with him,
that's why he asked for me to,
I just tell him that it was late for me,
I can't even look at you anymore.
I thought I as right and everything will be pass soon,
but as sooner I know the truth,
the slower and thick becomes my room.
He asked me why I have that long and pointed face,
and I said
“That's because my love doesn't love me and I only find in me a blank scape”.
“Look at you!” shouted looked at me with such a rage,
“You´re just a silly poor little creature trying to find what she once had already found.”
and I started to cry.
The monster was right.
The monster was me.
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