Frida
Threnody
Lilacs blossom just as sweetNow my heart is shatteredIf I bowled it down the streetWho's to say it mattered?If there's one that rode awayWhat would I be missing?Lips that taste of tears, they sayAre the best for kissingEyes that watch the morning starSeem a little brighterArms held out to darknessAre usually whiterShall I bar the strolling guest?Bind my brow with willowWhen, they say, the empty breastIs the softer pillow?That a heart falls tinkling downNever think it ceasesEvery likely lad in townGathers up the piecesIf there's one gone whistling byWould I let it grieve me?Let him wonder if I lieLet him half believe me
From Letras Mania