a dangerous coping mechanism for a girl with clipped wingsŞiir
she wasn't fat but she wasn't skinny
she loved restaurants but not more than she hated her body
she kissed boys but she didn't bring them home
she hated being home but she didn't know where else to go
she wasn't shy but she hated small talk
she craved deep conversations but would never open up
she hated living but she didn't wanna die
she loved laughing but not as much as she needed a good cry
she wasn't a bad person but she didn't feel good
she was always there for other but herself never understood
she was always writing and everyone read but no one listened
she was both the life of the party and the loneliest in the room
she was always performing but she hated the crowd
she was always quiet and her thoughts far too loud
she wasn't a rule follower but she wasn't brave
she was always praying for others but never for herself
she wasn't ugly but she wasn't beautiful
she wanted to be loved the way she loved others for once
she wasn't manipulative but she knew how to lie
she didn't have her mother's temper but she did have her mother's sad eyes
she wanted her father's kindness but she got his tendency to run away
she's always apologizing but she never forgave herself
she was always running, chasing, seeking for something she couldn't grasp
always hungry, longing, itching for something she couldn't name
always bleeding, rotting, screaming for something to dull the pain
but no one saw so you couldn't blame the world for ignoring the girl
she was always smiling, laughing, mending other scars
she was always dreaming, never sleeping always looking at the stars
she was born with wings instead of feet
always needing somewhere to flee but she couldn't fly her baggage held her down
Reklam
kutsal bir varlıktır o,
tüm insanlığı yenileyecek sır,
Hakkı en sonunda yeryüzünde kökleştirecek güç onun yüreğindedir.
Yapmacıklığa, herhangi bir yola başvurmadan kendini sevdirme yeteneği doğuştandı onda.
Daha önceki "romantik" kuşaktan bir genç kız tanımıştım;
(...) sırf Shakespeare'nin Ophelia'sına benzemek için fırtınalı bir gecede kendini yüksek bir kayanın tepesinden oldukça derin, akıntılı bir ırmağa atıp canına kıymıştı.
Öyle ki çok önceden beğenip seçtiği bu kayanın görünümü öylesine güzel olmasaydı da onun yerine dümdüz, basit bir sahil olsaydı belki de intihar etmezdi...
Ah, aşkın gölgeleri bile sevinçle dolu olursa böyle
Kimbilir ne tatlıdır aşkın kendisine kavuşmak!
Reklam