I cut your hair in tiny pieces,
it flies peacefully and proudly touches the ground,
I wish I could cut your heart into pieces
and see you cry and crawl for me,
proudless,
defeated,
like an army loosing its leader,
like a gladiator at his last breath,
still I continue cutting it,
such a soft hair,
innocent unlike your soul,
Dirty clouds spill dirty rain,
dirty mind spills rotten mosaics of the being.
Your hands touch mine,
filthy hands
and I see your tiny eyes move,
you buy the world and own nothing.
I wish I was your Sun,
warm and unreachable,
Light and untouchable
so you could suffer like I did,
like I do
so you could spent drunken nights and no days.
I wish you could love me as I do
so I can reject you as u did,
Its done,
I cut your hair,
you look like the Devil wearing Prada
you look marvelous in those shiny shoes that had walked every bar in the city
your aura is calling me,
You are the most perfect being that I have imagined,
and idealized
you are so neat and gentle,
you are so damn mother fucker
rotten and powerful
and I always
always, fall for that..
- that would be only 20 den sir!
or take my heart instead…
Elida Zylbeari
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/30-5/
