her only crime

her only crime

is that she wanted more

than she could have had

greedy intense whore

living and loving madly

is her call, the car card

and the road

her only crime

is that she loved too much

than she could have bared 

melancholic fierce bitch

singing and crying wildly

is her fate, the justice card

and the breadth 

condemn her if you must

send to hell the present and past lives 

set fire to a pile of woods

with the witch leashed to them

for the poetries, the overflows

this is her call, her fate, the fool card

and the yearns 

her unbailable crime 

was to love without return

so many times

believing, wishing, foreseeing

the downfall, the blood on the wall

and all over the ceiling

within she knew that this could dominate but

she

masoquistly

chose to move on 

slowly

a real delirious

lover, daughter, singer

of joys and sorrows 

this is how

she can breath

and survive it

among misguided ghosts

infamous men's world

curses that bleeds

inside her heart