She did not hear me

She did not hear me; to make me woke up a mare without a man, funny huh.
She hurt me deeply that always not concerns, to let me twisted.
She don’t let my solution of spirits sorrows, to heaven or better.
She wouldn’t want to kills all my worries, to gain my laugh.
She no longer in the dream, to curse this way is an only mare.
She speaks up to dark that I would caught with at all, to disappear immediate.
She runs, she swallowed, she waited, she can’t at the end, to cool down, let she go.
But I know there is other women sunlight after her,
She is Madonna.

wrote it : 24 April Morning