Poetry

Girl, for you I go to sail
for steal a boat on sale
when arrest me the police
I remember your nice face
I don´t like dancing ballet
I like the dollars of your wallet
I look like Di Caprio
and I like your Cabrio
I like your gold hair
I like your gold euros
Are you a magic fair?
It´s a joke, girl
My love,you can't buy
Sorry girl,but... BYE!

THESE FOUR WALLS

photo lauren.heavner
THESE FOUR WALLS
I thought we had finished
We are back together
When the walls fell down
But I`m wrong
Everything was lie
So here I am and these four walls again
by Alba Ariz,2ºC