When you knitted me
and thought of the son you loved...
You wear fangs
to kiss me...
I wear two crowns: still a peasant.
Carefully decorated, cardboard with tin...
she danced
like a wild ballerina...
I do not have a halo,
But a circular spinning disc...
the will to walk away is something earned
never granted, yet always wanted...
A seed that seeped into the heart, it creeped:
with its silent crawl, with its branches small...
Oh come on !please! Rapunzel!
Let down your hair just like a rope...
today clouds shimmered
a diamond encrusted...
I have been holding on
All these years...
This wife has her faults
she allows limitations...
The one who listens
to all that you pour and catch...