The monster

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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