Saturday, January 4, 2014

That Strange Little Lady

She picked the pen again today
Yes, I saw her
That strange little thing
Immersed in her desk
Lost in her thoughts
Fingers moving
Alphabet scrawling on the paper
Like a storm
Right on the paper
Right from her young heart
That strange little heart 
With pain, unseen
But not unfelt 
Just another day
What makes her stay
What makes her fray
The reason for her dismay
I saw her again
Drowned in her sorrow
Has she foreseen an empty tomorrow?
Immersed in the cup of her hands
No tears, no fears
What then makes her eyes look so hollow?
She's strange
That little lady
I wonder why
But if she weren't strange
She would never have
Caught my eye
And the sky
It sees her plight
Her very own might
Whatever caused her blight
If I could, I would've snatched that
But it's like her jewel
A precious gem
Never does she let anyone 
See its hem
A mystery in her own
A kingdom she runs on the throne 
Of her soul
That strange big soul
And that precious little lady
I saw her again
Strolling alone
In the fields, no merry
What a gloomy January
Is she waiting for the night to fall
So she could see the fireworks
Dance in her eyeball
Throw their spell
On her soul
Like she once told me
How much she adored them
When she was not a lost soul
Who screamed out through scribbling the words
That strange little lady
Yes, I saw her again.


  1. pretty well :] like always.
    by the way has translated somethin for you here: . Don't know if it was worth doing or no...

    VoilĂ . Have a nice day :]