Let’s take a break from Romeo because at the moment I don’t feel so lovey dovey, instead I share to all of you a poem about how pressure can crack innocence. There are moments when I feel the only safe place I can be is inside my own self but even I can’t get rid of haunting voices. I’m not crazy [well I hope I’m not] but these voices are insecurities and regrets, somethings i try my best to runaway from.
You know that it’s over
When the fat lady sings
But I’ll keep staring at these shiny things
Let me fall in and out of this deep hole
And let the world keep spinning
While the clouds are singing
I’ll be safe in my heart
I can see sounds
And I can hear colors
Walls are speaking in tongues
And the roof is falling down
Crashing into the sun as it sets
But I’ll be safe in my heart
Close enough to see in between
Write every word I ever said
Let the sunlight creep into my bed
I see a 5 year old ghost
Asking me why are my sheets red
I told her I’ll be safe in my heart…
