for a city girl

(k.zafeiropoulos)

She´ s just a shiny city-girl,

she really loves her boyfriend

she never walked too far with herself

She wakes up in the morning,

she smiles in the dawn

she always has been scheduled for her day

Her heroes-portraits on the wall

they are all shining there

her letters all placed ordently , excepting one

One day she woke up on the floor,

policemen standing at the door

she tried to pick a handmade cigarette

Somebody must have lost control,

she could not understand a cause

her innocence was something never asked

And her eyes have been the only truth

of what she ever wanted to

the papers only wrote about a woman´s death