New Order

Never had,

because she never said

so it became always sad…

Even so no tears to drop,

no old dress to crop,

no new life to be bought…

She kept her hope

Vanished all that could stroke

She faked to paint her hair

Made it glow in a bag of air

Yes she saw

And dropped her jaw

Loved with no order

Cause feelings were the only law.

MCTavarlos

Praia, 15 de Junho de 2014.

Dali