I saw you although that pitch black hovering the horizon,
I saw your soul with those pale and sleepy eyes from dizziness,
I saw your melted heart and i envied you with silliness..
I never thought that your warmth comes from brokenness.
You were a friend of mine and so was loneliness.
The dreams you chased left you with too much sorrowfulness.
Now i see you dismissively trudging all the way home,
Silently embracing nature,
With some admiration and too much sadness from the whole of the outside.
Luckily,
looking at the skies from time to time and catching some sights .
I never thought your pessimistic side would show up in such a miserable way,
anyway,
You've always been the light that shone my life.
Now i can see you've been just a lonely shooting star as i,
and you've just bluffed it all out so finely that i was blinded.
But you showed me that i was incapable of penetrating through your walls.
You let me know how powerless and empty handed i was.
You brought my wholeness but i couldn't see your neediness.
Solitude now is a shelter to you, a life style.
And the solemn quietness of your words is your revolution's expression form,
After all the disappointments.
And introversion like an excuse,
To not bring the pieces of your heart together, So not to break again.
Your smirks and grins that i miss so much, Were my hope windows.
And the live thoughts you had,
Were my brain cells bells.
I know that much of internal fights exhausts you and you do need my hand.
I know discovering your self is as much hard and mad as a black hole bouncing the stars.
But after all, the masterpiece you'll find,
Is joy and happinesses for a lifetime.
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Surviving
PoetryShe wanted to survive so she created art. It's not a roman but kind of a short essay. It's about silence and noise, about introverts being forced to extroversion, about the little secret of an introvert. It's simply about a life among billions. All...
