I step on the ground, there is a place I can feel safe, for a while at least.
The nature screams her beauty inside those mountains, painting the trees and the flowers of new colors.
I'm here, away from the place I've felt trapped inside.
Away from the place I'm used to run inside, I can't stop wondering what would it be like if I could reach you with my words.
Could you became a safe place in this world? The small world I get used to live inside, the one that I hate the most.
The one you were, gracefully living in it, adapting as I couldn't.
Inside this galaxy with different scenarios, I'm stuck in only that one.
And you wondered why I was so silent, unable to make my voice less then a noise while everyone around were screaming.
Oh don't wonder any further, I was afraid of everything I was involved of.
And I still wonder, inside this place I want to be part of, the earth caved and shaped by some past bombs .
Exploding and killing some unlucky man that were fighting something in the name of his country.
And I wonder how the peace I feel caused by been here could exist if there were so much pain before this moment, before this houses around me getting build.
How could I feel so safe, after so many humans were feeling in danger in this same place?
And I could get mad about it, about the fact that the staining of the violence could get forget so easily.
But it doesn't suppose to stay any more, the flowers grow were there were dead bodies once.
Some others are around the monuments that Remember those killed in battle.
Remembering, the pain is there and real.
And I hate humans for what they did to me, I hate them, and I keep the staining voilence I feel cause I can't get ride of it.
The war would start again and I would be unprepared, and I can't handle it again.
I crave the trust I needed to give you, but I couldn't, and I can't.
I carved the love I could see inside you, but I've avoided all, fearing it was a new cause of a war iside my aching soul.
The snow can't stay much, it melts as the sun appears though this light blue sky.
That fragile moment I have to protect for the eternity, that's the home I can have for now.
I'm at home away from the eyes filled with hate I had to be stared from, in that gray city I can't stay any longer.
But I'm at home close to you.
You, that only can be the you I love when the circumstances allow you to.~
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I've wrote boobs instead then booms I've lost a lug while reading welp
Like there was all this serious climax and then lol
Love u💕 bye
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