SHE

Just a short poem, like always.

She was pretty, she was - youth,
living lies and not the truth.
Driving limos, expensive cars,
but all I had, were just guitars.
Loving her, I composed the songs,
I found the goods; I found the wrongs.
Now she's rich, but she's so lonely,
I have two parrots and they are lovely.
Being together, there's no ways,
all I count now, are her plays.
For both of us are lonely days,
thank you Deezer, at least she pays.


https://www.deezer.com/en/artist/5916165/top_track


https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4rqgs606tITelpkWE8IS1z