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I feel a sorrow buried deep in my skin. A raven penetrating my angle like face. How can I? I have never been, I have never thought of something more than be free. Run the world in days that come by. Be the one that I truly want. But the never ending dream lands I created shattered into the pieces I will never see come back again. I sit and think if the never ending thought of freedom, of the willing to be person I wished for so long will be true or it only exists in my mind. Recalling the days I used to look in the moon of dreams and stars of possibilities and think that in of them I will win one. But they cold wind took them away and left my mind of stars empty and my heart of moon without color. Only the darkness and the abyss call my name. The angles have left me to fill out the head of a human with stars. The abyss the only one that knows my name. The one that loves for whom I wish I was. Or I think it loves me. I feel down the hill of a fairytale called life. The only gentlemen looking over me, the one who sits in the borderline of the roof top of my head. The one that whenever I am desperate calls me in and tells a few words that make me go into my fairyworld. I am the girl, the women he will always like and love the one that waits for him in the window of her heart. And with all the words in the world I cannot describe how deep inside I feel. Only the salty rain drops make it count for me. But I was once told that no one deserved a rain drop from my gloomy eyes. Is it true? Cause the feeling of given them way is over powering me as the hours become years and the years become millenniums. One day I ask myself if I am the one to get the chance if I am the one to be that “it” person or it will be always the next. But as this paper holds everything I write although it may be a lie or if the confession from my heart, this paper will not judge me, will never refuse to my words. Labels: 2011, 2011 graduation year school last my life stupid best year 2011 day graduation year, life, my life, p.p.1, poem Tweet Newer› ‹Older |
