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 easy

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 baby doll

She walks like an angel

Writes poems soft and sweet

Words come so easy

Sweet talk is her mastery

Skates across the ice wearing

Flowers in her hair

Nice little girl,

You will trust her in despair