Sadness is a seven letters word. Seven
black drops dirt your skin and you rub
and rub to clean it off you, but you can
still see there are remains of the stains.
Some people are just like living under
a leaking roof. They constantly drips
black sadness over you.
If you can’t get the leaking ceiling fixed,
you should not stay under it. You know.
But maybe you want to stay because of
love? Or whatever you call it?
He always told “I love you”, but why was
he then like a seven letters spelled word?
He made her sad and maybe it is bad,
but who cares why an old woman cry?
She should simply lay down and die.