There she is, sitting under a million stars,
the moonlight on her skin seems to alleviate,
a stabbing and lasting pain which does obliterate
her being


why does she even have to feel this pain,
although she has a soul whose kind is kind?
Is it because she’s way too kind?
so immoderate, that if people try to use her she doesn’t see the bad behind?
so excessively, that she becomes blind?
so intensely, that it dazes her mind?


is she inclined to be combined and rhymed like a verse,
inclined to be used like the words of a poet's purse,
and am i damned to see how she rushes to help like a nurse,
how she hurries in the trap in which her heart will be dispersed


Despite of her fulfilling her quest as the best
being accommodating to the guests
without ever asking for a small rest
They will light a fire of torments
just to hear her scream her desperate laments


and after all their exploitations
they walk away, regardless of any compensation
because they thought she didn’t know
about the stones they throw
to steal her once so unique glow

Subsequently she’ll walk to him again
to the place in which she’ll gain
with the help of time, alleviation
and who knows maybe soon near the moon
a dot will be put to her obliteration