I'm not better nor less
and even as a mess
I still remain
perfect.
I'm not smart nor dumb
and naive as a lamb
I continue to sacrifice
my self.
I'm passion underneath a shell
inside I grow a burnin' hell
and heart pieces fly
within.
I'm breathless love
pure as a white dove
here for you
as a sign.
I'm a treasure island
with its core - silent.
you should start the quest
never mind the rest...
11.01.2012
by Upanishada
2 comments:
Wow.. awesome! Girl you're mindblowing as a poet. I hadn't read this one. Your poetry has same effect as Frida's paintings would have on a person. How much I wish you attain her fame but not having the messed up life she had but being a spiritual person. You'll rock once that candle inside you goes on. Trust me..
I trust you! :) Thank you!
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