It took thirteen years for me to realize,

The growth of your essence within me.

I let go of my fears and worries

To let you take charge of the moment.

It is warm and comforting, your possessiveness.

The confidence you give me persuades

My hidden bravery to showcase the bold me.

They can see my love and want for you

When I am on stage

My eyes project my magical fantasy

My lips sing the song of our bond

My legs move with love and grace.

You're all over my mind and my heart.

Nobody can take you away from me

Neither the broken stage,

Nor my broken leg.

Even if the stars and moon collide,

You are mine and I am yours, dear dance.

And I will keep doing you for eternity.

I'm blinded, aware of nothing anymore

The emptiness has reached from the heart to the core.

The obscured disguise of the illuminating ray

sealing me in the undying darkness to have me gone astray.

The strong hold my mask has on me,

an abstract reminder for I'm a volcano under sea.

The compulsion of uncertainty thrusting fakeness on to my lips,

a constant practice that immediately curves its tips.

My heart is stabbed with the cureless contrition

Agony oozes out by rejecting termination.

Vagueness finds its home in the feelings I try to verbalize

Insanity strikes my thoughtful headroom to unstabilize.

My wounded heart and insane mind conspire to develop a defence

against these harsh feelings that forge a fearful nuisance.

Callousness, a nightmare dressed like a daydream, a bitter hope

The dream comes true along with the bitterness to cope.

That's how I sculpted myself into a cold stone,

choosing to become all numb and alone.

I'm blinded, aware of nothing anymore

The emptiness has reached from the heart to the core.

Standing straight a stiff statue, I

wait for something to be moved by...