Aurora

Aurora Sophie Dunér © 2010

Silently, whispering in my sleep

Is the closest to truth I’ll ever get.

Things are not what they seem to be,

Drunks and children give you honesty.

She walks like an angel,

Writes poems soft and sweet.

Words come so easily,

Sweet talk is her mastery.

Skates across the ice wearing

Flowers in her hair.

Nice little girl,

You will trust her in despair.

Silently she whispers in your ear,

Things you’d never thought you’d ever hear.

Things are not what they seem to be,

She’s a beast disguised as a baby doll.

She walks like an angel,

Writes poems soft and sweet.

Words come so easily,

Sweet talk is her mastery.

Skates across the ice wearing

Flowers in her hair.

Nice little girl,

You will trust her in despair.