are you there?

You can read the things on the surface.
          but please, ignore the things underneath. 

When I look in the mirror, my reflection :/'s at me and I can't see the girl full of dreams and goals that I used to be.
          
          Or maybe I still am, just that she's hiding underneath all the sad songs and heartbroken poetry.

shout out to little sister @Namibian_Flower and her upcoming book, star lover! (aka, amante de estrelas)
          
          Although it's in portuguese, those of you who can speak that language, please do give it a quick look!
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          But just a look OK, don't leave me to her. 

          (...) 
          he was a star lover.
            he longed for the moon
            and looked only at the stars.
            so, even though i stumbled all over
            the sky, he'd always look at you
             who's glitter dust and far.
             he liked you
          
          and not a comet like me.
                                                  (...)

(...)i'm still feeling.
          thought that these were erased,
          though it's hard admitting,
          but i'm filled with regrets...

(...) it's a story already so old
          that many pops and nanas have told;
          darkness only loves sadness,
          but sadness is involved with madness. (...)

(...)my love has broken
          refilled, reshaped
          wounds have opened
          i closed them with thoughts like 'we were fated'(...)

(...)We're so out of touch.
          didn't you promise me
          that you'd love me at least this much?
          still, your image is unfocused and i can't see
          even though we seemed to play the same symphony
          you were more Beethoven
          and i was a mix of sad songs playing randomly(...)

(...)cuz i be killing the sadness
          with dreams
          and i'm fighting the bitterness
          with sweeter means.(...) 

(...)i cut wings 
          just so you could fly
          i steal hearts 
          to paint of red your sky
          i put tears 
          in pretty eyes
          just to see your smile.(...)