It will hurt
And hurt and hurt
Then one day
It won't anymore.
One day I'll move on
And let go
I'll put my favourite song on
And dance while playing with my legos.
And then once again
I'd play with my barbie doll
Dress her up like I did before
And decorate her while telling her my lore.
I'd go back to my terrace
With my grandfather's ghost
Feed the pigeons
And run around like a child.
I'd wear my favourite dress
I'd take my high heels off
Do make up
And eat ice cubes.
I'd be the girl with a fairytale face
With a mouth that speaks whatever it wants to
I'd be the embodiment of passion
A girl with queen behaviour and a lot of melodrama.
Everybody would think
That I'm mysterious
Like the lily drowned under water
And the ocean.
I'd become strange
Pretty and pale
Immortal but not stale
Mystical but not yale.
For I was poetry
But he had forgotten how to read
I spoke in verses
But he couldn't hear the rhyme.
My beauty would be lost on him
Lost in time
My soul would be free
And I won't be able to call it mine.
Suddenly I'd become a tragedy
With no remedy
A tremendous felony
Making everyone gloomy.
I'd be happy when the rain would come down hard
For it would feel like I feel inside
It would wash away all of my sins
Make me clean and pure once again.
It's so much better to not feel
Not to let the people touch me
Just nature can be
For it is the creator and it is the end.
I hope someone, somewhere
Would finally understand me
And my emotions
And love me a little.
All of my love would be lost
For I said what I meant
And I meant what I said
But I was a failure in the end.
YOU ARE READING
tears on my scars.
Poesiapoetry from the times when i feel dead and alive. i hear the shadows whispering, i feel the inaudible trembling, unwilling to believe, too true to disbelief. -aish
