Your world

Minerve chassant les vices du jardin, painting by Boticelli - Google images

I have never felt so cheap

when you changed your pic

following my compliment

but hey it's your world

your thinking, your perception

your belief-system,

your reputation, your name

I have nothing to do with them.

I have never felt so disrespected

when you were hurt

by words that came from a pumping heart

when you were using suicide bombers

in the lines of your attractive texts

but hey it's your world

you know how you can tame

I have nothing to do with them.

I have never felt so unlike you

when you had the dagger of words

masked with kindness

pouring ego-bloods of shylock and pozzo

I wish I could let your ego

go, from your accolades and fame

I have nothing to do with them.

But hey it's your world

the knowledge you treasured

to write your lines

white lies

because in your world they sell

like madona's touch, gold as hell

why wouldn't I let them be

you also have the right to not be lke me

it's your world

your words

your stage, your game

I have but little to do with them.

But if ever you came

into my peaceful world

would welcome you

with open arms

to my charming golden garden

green with singing birds.