i think i think too much.

a poem, my poem,

it says: 

we are the oceans

and the sky.

we are unbreakable,

we are immortal.

 

the words written from minds

are composed of purity

- they will exist forever.

the lyrical schemes allow us

to be everything that we dream of

 

the world, it demands:

we are extremely

destructive creatures

with a deep-rooted passion for pain.

crying, screaming, bleeding...

we bend and we break.

we crave for the world of poetry

to somehow save us

from our own mind

from our own desires.

a realm of poetry vs a world of truth.






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