She wants but hates the alternative
She is scared of herself and of making choices on the whim
What can come from screaming?
What can come from stripping off her shell?
Her secrets, thoughts, and emotions- all of which she cannot tell
She has a twin
One of which is born- the other is trying to be reborn
What can come from a heart that bursts open with all its stories, wonders, and mixed colors spilling and gripping onto another dimension?
She refuses to think out loud
......to grab hold of the door knob
.....to become one with the other side of herself
Today her life is a coin- one side blemish free- the opposite side scorn as can be
Oh.....heartress, keep the devils and the giants guessing no more
Think of all that can be yours
Sweet apples kill no one
Ripe plums are free to be eaten
Only you can find ways to keep your heart beating
Open up to possibilities and endless worlds of pleasure and serenity
Promise to keep living, but not in silence
Give your heart to another heartress-one where you can be found and rest
Sanity lost
Give in to your inner demon
Cry
Cry
Cry
Scream
Scream
Scream
Self-mutilation plus lost of control equals relief
Oh......heartress, no longer hide behind your own shadow
Only when you sink low, then you will rise
Clouds will meet you half way, child
When you stand face to face with your twin- your true protector, only then there will be no more lies
Words until there will be no words
Words until there will be no words
Heartbeat until there will be no heartbeat
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem