My Little Girl

My little girl
She found her lover the other day.


And then a car crashed
Accident! Accident!


Those ferrets polluted my brain
Meanwhile, in love garden
My little girl went to play.


His hips make me melt
With the flute voice casted a spell.
Hammelin never made sense
Unlike him,
whose blue eyes crashed my earth.


In the Kingdom of Never Be
Pathetic and faithless
"Your life is boring and plain" he said.


Clouds are the path
rise high
up and away.


I want a nameless country
where to land.
The pigs don't fly
but oh! my little girl
she's gone and drowned on joy.


All the little girls!
All the pretty girls!
Got loved and absorbed
while I, with my bicycle
am trying to crash
on Always Land.


He stared oblivious
The both of them
I'm invisble, meek and poor.


Poor heart
and mind
money, money, money
money and time
The abstraction of a fact.


Sandclock faithful to desire
You made my prophecy material
How is possible for you to think that I can't love you as they say?


The boy of the perfect profile
he, who brings libido back.


"La, la, la, la"
Büro sang.
Without a track and non-stop
Yet I don't mind.



His arrogance
creates the charm
of I crawling on his back.



My little girl
She found her lover today.

Reviews

[Stef Outsiders]

intriguing but stunning piece...

[Lenard L. Banks III]

Beautiful write.

[Revolutionary]

The visual is great .flying on your bicycle up high above the clouds because the arrogan tperfect boy said that you should.I get the feeling you are flying above all the pretty girls.It reminds me of a painting I saw once.here is a writer on here called journey.You would like her writing.She writes alot like you.Keep writing I am going to turn her on to your work.I write alot of childrens stuff,but I get in my moods and write about raw sh979t too