Poem-story.
Tittle: An abandoned princess.
When the sun breaks down; and the moon rises.
I was there; learning how to make a beautiful love-spells.
Hoping the love spreading.
Horizon-ting my pair of iris.
To the cloud, that never stop moving.
To the stars, that sometimes disappearing.
And to the wind, that is always taming.
Hearing the sirens singing.
Because I'm only a 'crack' in this castle.
No one sees.
No one notice;
My inner me.
The desires desire in me;
Is to be known.
But never reach that out.
I..., as the princess; Whom lives in this emerald castle,
Can never reach my own dreams.
I..., am the abandoned princess.
Muted.
Unseen.
Unwanted.
In the golden cage I'm stuck.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe.
As I look to the masquerade again.
I put my masquerade in.
Disguising reality in this bitch-fantasy.
Blowing up my scars.
Tearing me apart.
Hiding all my flaws.
Breaking me and torn.
The torment and torture.
I am the broken pieces.
And I am the seriously beauty in my every pieces.
Really.
This..., is the final masquerade I had.
The ball is begin.
It's time to acting; again.
Dancing.
Dancing in my perfect moving.
Enjoying the fake floating.
Breathe.
Dance.
Under the starry sky.
Breathe.
Dance.
Till my vein bleeding.
Breathe.
Dance.
Till the horizon lighting up again.
This is my final masquerade.
For I live my life.
Standing at the stage for I meet an end.
This is my final masquerade.
This is the end.
For what I kept behind.
Lighting up my horizon's circle.
The scars fading.
Healing.
Shadows floating over,
Shining and embrace; the shining-diamond in me.
Died with a huge pride,
My demon.
"Because I may blame and I may also forgive; the silly old me."
-Lailawrites.
Days 19, page 2 in February year 2018.
Gracias!
