I remember when I was a little girl
I used to romanticize everything
Even if I didn't know anything.
I stayed awake at night,
Writing my little poems on paper,
The wind blowing into my living room,
The only light I had was the moon's
And I was happy;
I used to look at everything and everyone with such innocent eyes,
No bad thoughts most of the times.
I used to read tons of books
Even if I didn't quite catch the meaning,
I understood it so naively
And I like to remember it that way
As I look back at those pages;
And now I still romanticize life to her extremes
And I get hurt?
Yes, but that's the beauty of things, right?
As I grow up I started to see things getting more complicated
Things hidden behind other things
Words that seem to mean so much were worth nothing
I saw my world crumble in front of my eyes so many times,
Remain with just dirt in my hands and tears on my cheeks
But I never really hated people, or man, as much as I say that
What if all of it never happened to me at all?
Would I be happier?
Probably,
But would be my soul able to handle all the delicatessen of the world if I didn't witness to all the events of my life?
No, I know that, I would be just an empty person existing in an empty world,
Cause we give meaning to things and people,
So if you have nothing that makes your heart pound so hard you think it could break any time soon,
And the second after makes your eyes fill up with tears
What you are living for?
Living an empty life on an empty earth.
So I buried my hands in the ground,
I tore my heart out to anyone who could make me believe that he wouldn't crash it beneath their feet
I swam into those frozen rivers
Drowning into them
Just so I could feel alive,
And I would do it again and again,
Until I catch my last breath
Made of blunt smoke
