how did it come to this?
Mama
mama are you not fine?
mama do you sleep tight?
im ok. tomorrow will be
a better day. can we lie now?
im running! im waltzing
through plains and fields in a
long white dress. look ma! im free! im
clean and the dear sun warms my skin!
mama do you love me?
mama why dont you speak?
let not the worms run cross your face!
let not the cold take over your place!
one of the few poems that i was actually able to put a title to.
Jealousy, anger, pride and lust,
makes up some of our sinful crust,
separating our tender insides
with a surprisingly strong hold.
such delight that is so evil,
is none too favorable,
than for the devil.
another one that i wrote sometime ago in the blog...after reading charles baudelaire.
