I've got dirt in my eyes, my closed revolving doors,
My past disgusts my days, without a chance for hope;
I tried the knives, the pills, before I tied the rope,
But then he looked at me, to unknown lands he moors.
I saw his scars and grief, his closed wounds that time harms,
The ocean in his eyes had little ground to live,
However it held me, and settled down to give
A kiss and wipe the gloom from four beautiful arms.
I've got dirt in my eyes, he sees it as jewels,
And calms my consonants before I say vowels.
Some have no enemies, but I've got quite a few;
They threw me far behind, while with him, I come first.
I found out I had will, and power from our thirst,
Together I feel loved, and learned to love anew.
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Musify
Poetry[Français & English] I decided to show here my future works of poetry and maybe my past ones. Almost all of them have been inspired by different Muses over my lifetime. Because life is less harsh when you Musify it. ------ J'ai décidé de montrer ici...
