Poetry
One pale soul
You are always reminding me
that I am nobody,
just one more soul
walking the path
that many walked before.
A dust in the wind
that barely anyone
wants to see,
a whisper of the snow
heard when the snowflake
finally reaches the ground
by ending its fall.
The sky,
her and my home,
is where I belong,
and you are the one
who is reminding me
that on this earth
I am nothing more
than just one pale,
slowly melting soul.
You are always reminding me
that I am nobody,
just one more soul
walking the path
that many walked before.
A dust in the wind
that barely anyone
wants to see,
a whisper of the snow
heard when the snowflake
finally reaches the ground
by ending its fall.
The sky,
her and my home,
is where I belong,
and you are the one
who is reminding me
that on this earth
I am nothing more
than just one pale,
slowly melting soul.
Unsureness
Do I want to be alone,
or do I want you to hold me
like I am the only woman left in this world?
Was I telling you the truth about
how you are my whole world,
or was all of this just an innocent little lie?
Will it ever be enough for me
to know that I am enough for someone,
or will I always seek for more?
Actually, I’m not even sure if I want to know.
Do I want to be alone,
or do I want you to hold me
like I am the only woman left in this world?
Was I telling you the truth about
how you are my whole world,
or was all of this just an innocent little lie?
Will it ever be enough for me
to know that I am enough for someone,
or will I always seek for more?
Actually, I’m not even sure if I want to know.
Pretty blue
What should I learn from you,
my pretty girl?
That blue eyes are not for everyone,
or that sometimes it's okay
not to notice when someone cries;
maybe that looking high all the time
doesn't mean you actually are,
or that birds always need
a push of wind to fly.
What should I learn from you,
my pretty girl?
That you will never be mine,
that I should've never been his,
or maybe that the things that I like
are girls just as pretty as I.
What should I learn from you,
my pretty girl?
That blue eyes are not for everyone,
or that sometimes it's okay
not to notice when someone cries;
maybe that looking high all the time
doesn't mean you actually are,
or that birds always need
a push of wind to fly.
What should I learn from you,
my pretty girl?
That you will never be mine,
that I should've never been his,
or maybe that the things that I like
are girls just as pretty as I.