genre: Romance, Sad
The Bonbon
He took it with him with all the candies
Someone has to tell him, because
The bonbon is what this little girl owns
And whose her shadow only belongs
To his shadow, as the place she dwells.
He took the sugar,
The dream in green color,
My little toy, the beaker
And the tea’s flavor
Leaving jealousy for the boiler
Who when got jealous, did fritter.
He took my red flower,
The shells around my mirror,
My barbie doll, my laughter,
The feast scent and savor,
The dream that I just did texture,
My lipstick and my eyeliner.
He took the chocolate and its magnitude,
He embittered by his absence and solitude
Its beautiful taste and attitude.
Someone has thim: “I forgot any rude”,
As well as I decided to grow up not screwed.
By: Hala Emad
WILDsound Festival 