She lets go of herself in the arms of everybody.
She laughs,
Coquets,
Cries of joy!
While someone from the back
Keeps me seated on a chair,
Forcing me to watch all these scenes
And retelling each story by only tapping my heels to the floor.
I’m frigid!
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I'm confused! Is the "I" a man looking at she? or is "I" a she looking at her other self?
ReplyDeleteI guess "she" is a cheater called life, right?