Don't shame young girls
who want to express their lives
in metaphors and mellifluous poetry.
They perceive words
as fireflies that shine
on their lonely nights
and it makes them feel alive.
Let them be.

Young and Naive,
unable to think about the consequences
of the words that we speak.

You’d think that an adult
could disregard their emotions
and not leave.
Not allow the words of a five year old
to haunt them in their sleep.

You’d think that a father wouldn’t allow
for his little “princess” to cry herself to sleep,
not let her mind wander through space,
trying to tell her self all that happened was make believe.
that it was all just a dream.


tell herself that if she does this from the start,
maybe her daddy issues will stay afar.
not haunt her in her sleep,
and ever believe that any of this was real.

Happiness and smiles are not for me,
I will never be ready to be free.
Sadness is killing me ,so does pain,
I always feel just the rain.
Call me,love me,hug me,
do anything you want,
I will never be the same,
love had killed me and pushed away.
In the heart where lived fire and thunderstorms,
now there's only ice and snow.
Feeling lost in the storm,
I can't find my way home.
Always left aside and alone,
I just wanted you for my own.
To hurt you and make you feel the pain,
the pain I felt,so you feel the same,
now is the only target in my life,
you can't get out of this fight alive.
I might seem totally insane,
but that's running through my veins.
If you ever meet me again boy,
you will never feel the life joy.

Hurt is a beautiful thing.
It’s a collage of broken memories.
It’s visible, yet no one sees.
It’s a swirl of mixed emotions
And full of lost devotions.
It’s almost pain, but not quite there,
Yet still, it’s more than I can bear.

m.c.c.