Heart shaped glasses
I wrote my thoughts here so I don't forget my identity, my existence. It’s a note to remind me in every minute of my clock that is tick-tick-tocking. Oooh, God, don’t let me fade away. I'm losing my way to heaven. My wings are broken, I can see the dark hole in front of me. It drags me with a force unseen. I can hear lost souls screaming in pain. Still struggling with my disappearing wings. I'm trying to fly with my last dream to reach you, my heaven. I can hear your voice, my Lord. With a voice of a thousand soldiers before a battle so important. Losing my breath easily taken from those who didn’t care. Why can’t I feel the music in my head anymore? This music that shaped me before. Why is this noise inside my fragile soul so annoying? I couldn't raise my voice again. And I need to scream. Can I be more thirsty for a cold shower? My glasses solid burning. Can you imagine a heart-shaped glasses so pink and shiny? The ones that every child will desire.I was never insane upon those occasions when my heart was touched. Imagine pieces sticking to your eyes. This painful blood is flowing to my cheeks. I can feel a bitter taste in my throat. What a pity. To break a woman’s heart so cruelly. I called you Mr. Perfect, what did I do wrong to suffer like this? I throw your hat and who is here. I’m so scared, I didn't dare to move. Why? Why do I feel this guilt? With the knife so sharp which is surprising my breath. You took the child from me and killed the last bug in a child’s head. I’m not really angry because of what you did. I cannot stand your indifference; not even a noble sorry to hear from you. You killed my dreams. How can I live now with no dreams to stay? I was your queen, the only king for me wasn't else. Deepest fears not told to other, a soulmate were you my dear. Like Chorba used to say, how much will it cost if I cry inside.
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