Reading books, drinking tea,
Trapped in it's own hypothesis
Yes, that's me.

Manacled hearts, wrangled thoughts.
Trapped in the past.
When I shouldn't be.

i want to see faces
with no traces
of the places
they're from

you're from here
i'm from there
this isn't fair
its dumb

my castle is tall
your portion is small
get against the wall
you ***

we shouldn't use pigment
to lable indignant
our souls get malignant
and numb

if we could build paradise
it would have to be nice
don't even think twice
just come

violence will stall
prejudice will fall
there will be justice for all
not some

so fragile
so complicated
so naive
I was waiting for you
you didn’t have a face
you didn’t have a voice
you didn’t have a body
you were a dream
my dream !
I knew your embrace
I knew your smile
I knew your warmth
….here you are!
your arms
protect me
your mouth
gives me the oblivion
your eyes
give me the peace
I'm your
and you’re mine
fill my empty
sweep away my fragilities
don’t leave me…
I ‘ll be cold
Don’t leave me...
my heart would become ice ...
so fragile…
it would be blown to pieces....

you stand in
the grey;
because absolute
black or white
lacks
the beauty of
balance
that you love
so much.
stand in the middle of
the scales in
iustitia's hands;
that's what you
say when
someone asks
who are you with.
but in reality,
flip the coin over,
open the blindfolds,
rid of the façade.
and everyone
will find that you
are indeed the
most hideous.
the puppeteer
and the raisonneur;
everyone was fire
and chaos was the smoke.
but you, you
were the lighter.

I am weak,
But I am strong.

I am silent,
But I can scream loud.

I am shattered
But I can rebuild

I am beaten
But I can fight back.

I am many things,
But don't underestimate me.