You may be surprised by what you see
Or by what you don't see . . . Anymore
How these lips can't smile as wide as yesterday
How the colors in my eyes faded,
Leaving only black, white and grey
You may be dumbfounded when you see how my feet that once was quick to help out having arms wide open
Now have learned to step back and run away
With clenched fists beating on this heart.
You may have once heard me bursting in laughter even in the weirdest conditions,
But now a deafening silence even in the happiest moments.
But you don't need to extend a hand
Trying to pull my past back to the present.
Nor resuscitate this heart as if it has gone.
But try to understand that this heart has not died but only molted.
And that all of these,
All that you see is. . .
Still me.
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 9:02 AM UTC
You may be surprised by what you see
Or by what you don't see . . . Anymore
How these lips can't smile as wide as yesterday
How the colors in my eyes faded,
Leaving only black, white and grey
You may be dumbfounded when you see how my feet that once was quick to help out having arms wide open
Now have learned to step back and run away
With clenched fists beating on this heart.
You may have once heard me bursting in laughter even in the weirdest conditions,
But now a deafening silence even in the happiest moments.
But you don't need to extend a hand
Trying to pull my past back to the present.
Nor resuscitate this heart as if it has gone.
But try to understand that this heart has not died but only molted.
And that all of these,
All that you see is. . .
Still me.
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