SnowWhite
I'm sitting on a stone,
Looking to anywhere,
Feeling
your soul inside,
Knowing you aren't there.
I'm just
lying in the dark,
Looking at your pale face,
Remembering
your red lips
And how softly they kissed my.
I feel these
cold tears,
Falling on the floor,
Like little and sad
raindrops,
Doing your funeral song.
And I'm staying
here,
In front of your dead body,
Dressed in rigorous black,
With purple flowers between your hands.
The wind tryes to
move your hair,
But this black velvet sea,
Is protected by a
coffin of glass,
The coffin we made with love for you.
I
need to start shouting.
I need to say you that I love you.
But
I know I'm only a dumb dwarf,
And you're waiting for your
charming prince.
And while I remember your voice singing,
I
hear the gallop of a horse.
And when he looks at you,
He goes
to open your coffin door.
With envy I see how
He caresses
your skin,
He kisses your red lips,
And you wake up and smile
at him.
Again, I start to cry.
You kiss my front and,
Ridding with him his horse,
You, my dear SnowWhite, say
goodbye.