ginger.

This one just hit me on my mind
i was not expecting  to type today, maybe in the morning
                                                        but i oversleep and the day has roll over
like buffalos running on the rivers
and here i am now
9pm
wearing only my underwear, as usual
thinking about girls, as usual. suffering again
as usual.

this one
i dedicated to my redhead
the redhead of my life
with her pink and beautiful lip
white skin
little breasts
great ass
great body
i love her
with her delicated way of being.
and the worst part of this poem
is that i don't  have her
because i'm the ugliest motherfucker in the whole world
ya know whata mean? i know you know.
The sad part of the poem is that the redhead
with all that great and soft skin
don't even know that i exist
and, in fact, if she already saw me
i'm pretty sure that she want to see me dead
cos' i expel ugliness and sorrow
and they don't want someone like that.

but i'd do anything to have her
to prove to her
that i worth some shit
that i can worth at least a little shit
that even the ugliest and fattest of the guys around her
can be a nice guy too
or not. but i'd like to try someday
i'd like to have balls to talk to girls like
my redhead
courage to face her evil look
with those dark green eyes
kissing other boys
handsome boys
who play the guitar very well
who know how to treat a girl like a man
but in the end we're all children
looking for some other children
to fuck
while the losers,
the fat,
the mentally ill
and the geeks
they get weak
and their souls begin to disappear

but the redhead, with that orange or red hair
with that cute lip
little hands & white skin
with her face full of little freckles
and their simple cloathes
she's never gonna lost her soul
no.
her soul is there, quite, happy, grinning at my face
and my soul is going away
sometimes i just don't feel her anymore
but i always gonna take care to not let the last
spark
of soul
go away from me.
Until there, if a keep my eyes on her and my finger typing
i'm gonna live another day.