My poem was born from words’ womb My words were born from imagination My imagination was born from observation My observation was born from curiousity
They’re born without father and don’t need him But, they have mother who will always love and take care of so that they can grow up: bigger, higher, wilder and at the same time: killer (if they could be)
In her head, movie-liked scenes were played with a speed that made her out of breath. Then, a background turned into an unknown place and I found a girl chased something like her own shadow. But, the shadow ran too fast till a girl fall and screamed with the lowest voice I’ve ever heard
*) Lucid (adj.) :1. clearly expressed; easy to understand 2. clear in one’s mind; in control of one’s thoughts
Why do I have to put a smile,if all I want is crying? I won’t run out of tears cause I keep it for a reason that you might know or not except I sell it for the sake of attention
I regret and thankful of what you’ve created I hate and love every footstep you’ve left Never disappeared even though dry and wet months always change Is forgetting really necessary?
My memory isn’t good enough to memorize every single A to Z But, you could force me to remember those pains with every detail and piece of your act You taught me to forgive to make a peace and accept the fact that I should raise the white flag so you could attack But, I won’t For sure