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Martina Feb 2018
It is night.
No light.

The soul.
Dark, iced, frost.
My heart is lost.

No map.
It was a trap.


Like a cage.
I need air,
it’s a nightmare.

No conventional love
can warm my spirit.
Not a glove.
Without merit.
Martina Feb 2018
Everyone deserves an agleam dream;
we can fantasize and fly with our wings
daydreaming lights us up like a sunbeam,
we idealize about our future’s drawings.

But pay attention to not het lost and roam
we must always be connected to our roots,
to our warm loving home;
be eager to plan and follow our own routes.

Rise and fall are part of the life essence
goals and ideas you must frame,
put in best efforts to make the difference.
So, stand up and play the game.

Have no shame and yell your name
prepare yourself for the hall of fame.
Martina Feb 2018
World is like a withered rose;
it used to be purer than a pearl,
but now is an unadorned peacock during its pose
tt stands there like a ******, precious girl

ashamed of her own body,
originally gaudy but then converted in shoddy
whom decadence is men’s fault.
But men commit **** assault…

Their aim is to criticize and hypnotize
then leave after lies and scars
while the soul cries and dies.
But don’t pretend to bring her to see the stars.

Don’t be such a romantic kisser
If you just want to let her wither…

— The End —