she died.
Nobody expected to
was her corp on a small cage in silence
and her face was glowing just the same
like she is sleeping now,
and must wake up then, someday, somehow
Your torment and pain is behind, dont exist in the place you are flying
looking like a teen virgin,
unbound from your worries
but I felt there was something about you
that made me cry that afternoon
Was it because the house were dark and cold
and you had no flowers,
no people staring at you saying good bye,
saying I love you,
or how they will feel your lost
But it doesnt matter,
you wont suffer their slight
you left flying so beautiful
like a tousand of monalisas all together
pure, saint, graceful in your way out
Im sorry we never met
one of those many days I wasted the chance
and saw you walking in the forest
notice you were there, kind a needed soul wandering
I wanted to talk with you then,
I wanted to say anything and help you get better
but I didnt, I reserved my thoughts to myself
and watched you leave alone, without one complaint
I wanted to know your name
and wished be able to called you friend,
would my efforts could have made a difference for you?,
would they?
But I just quited on that,
I gave up and held my distance at last
not knowing the words to open the gates
to your world,
Not knowing the secret words, Not knowing if I was welcome to pronounce them
Life Irony,
two alone worlds crushing one next another
it could have been our medicine
a bridge to some happiness, some company
Good Bye beautiful,
wherever you are, Im sorry for the misery around you
and for all the irony and selfishness among the people of yours
who never gave you a reason to stay
Good bye painting fairy,
poetry reader, fantasy architect
wish you to find the magic universe you searched for
beyond the walls of this inhumanoid playground.
