-Materialistic me-
To: the one who lost her heart to her demons...
I am the idiot who finds souls
In inanimate objects
Present by you.
The thought, the reason,
The things in your mind
Which took you on a ride
To the conclusion
When you decided to give me
That sunflower which crippled,
The lavender which wilted,
The action figure which lost a sword,
The letter which lost its tone.
All of them tell me about the one,
About you who sent me them.
Be aware of this idiot
You are letting in the life of yours.
She only knows the warmth
Lying in the wooden chest-
All her treasures,
The moment she received them
Are all scripted in that mind of hers.
Yes, she is an idiot
Who has never trusted
The human touch.
She blindly believed in the things.
That they would stay next to her
Longer than the person who gave them.
She lost her sanity,
And the ability to be happy is long gone.
She smiles wide
With the tears held inside.
She broke down a million times
Before she started placing her hope
With the things with no life.
I am the idiot who finds souls
In inanimate objects.
Be aware of this idiot
You are letting in the life of yours.
Yes, she is an idiot
Who has never trusted
The human touch.
She lost her sanity,
And the ability to be happy is long gone.
She is someone
Who can only love
The objects without no motion.
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Espiritualit's just a chronological collection of my works. probably will stay in ongoing status. ... p.s- I would appreciate it if you don't re-post any of my work under any other name but mine. thank you. -------------------- 17.01.2022 ~ #1 in #ballad.
