Frida Kahlo

Frida Kahlo In her flowered gown Sleeping softly in the sun Under white clouds Are we reckless now Losing pieces of ourselves Oh, my love I am not who I thought I'd become Oh, oh my love Do you think we're better on our own All alone Like, Vincent Van Gogh In his yellow house Pacing shadow in the dark Under blue clouds Are we lonelier now Than we were Oh, my love I am not who I thought I'd become Oh, oh my love I am almost ready to give in To give in To begin