Katya called me yesterday
To say she was in love at last;
The man, a violinist from
A poor musician’s caste
And all my worries for my friend
I felt them drift off, disappear:
The love in her excited voice
As fine a sound
As I could hear
Tag: Katya
Katya (2)
She is an honest model in
That world of vain display –
Made up to pose for pictures
Off in Paris or Calais
She’s treated like a cufflink
By the men she sometimes dates;
Rich guys who she makes look good
Like their Benz’s or estates
She wants real love and passion,
Not to be some work of art:
My fear is that she’ll settle
For all money and no heart
Because she think that’s normal
For the people in her biz;
She’s trapped inside the limits
Of who she’s long thought
She is
