Poezja

There's a girl on my wall
There's a woman on my wall
She looks at me
And tells me to be strong

She's full of power
That shines from her eyes
Her lips are telling me words
Of my favorite song

Her hair spreads in the rhythm of my room
She makes me feel happy and loved
She tells me I can be next
Dreams are what I have

The woman on my wall is so pretty
She is so famous and mine
She wouldn’t wanna be anything
Rather than a woman

Anger to her in her estimation
Is a cowardly extension of sadness
Sometimes confuses her the fact
That everything happens for a reason

What does her everyday look like
I wonder what she’s doing now
Is she writing her new song
Is she in a bed with a man