by Costin TuculescuDo I wear a face that smiles too
much?Is my voice just an empty call?
Do I seem like I'm to cold to touch-Do you think that
if I held you I'd let you fall?
!Is my tone of question way to harsh-Is my fist all
that stands out-In a dreary face I stand up straight,and
I wonder what I've found!All I see is tomorrow,
Before I can say goodbye.All the pleasure in the world
deny me,Like I'm denied to be.
I sent a heart with strawberry kisses,
to my luscious valentine.A fiery shade becomes her
shadow,and I spit on her remains!
I taste the bitter flavor of roses,
despite their color so sweet,
thorned stems impale the wonderer,and blood gushes all over me.