it happens to everyone,
every once in
a
while
I was sitting down,
in my darkness,
something comes,
like hansel and gratel,
who would ever live happily
after they have been eaten,
and swam in the digestive tracts of a witch,
the picture still looks so pinky,
and call me, pink,
if you like,
u see me so white.
and so fair
like those fairy tales,
always open a door to
pink dreams,
but excuse me while i
picture your
1001 miseries,
out of one little hessitant smile.
You do not have to fake so long,
in order to figure out the time period,
during which
I have locked myself
inside
the darkness
eating my own self out,
shouting your name
in my digestive tract,
and hearing the echoe
which smelled so bad.
It is sad that,
There was a coin,
which had two sides.
celine charcoal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-sides-of-a-coin/
