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