Dark side
can't hide.
Let it out.
Leave no doubt
of who you are
a rising star.

You were my dusk
                       to my horizon.

As somewhere we were either
      rising above
               or
s
i
n
k
i
n
g
                             below.

Hues at dusk kissed the luminosity
     clinging to the last vestiges
                  that were kisses sent
as a parting gift of crimson lipstick
                   shades  upon the atmosphere.

Horizons would be a breath of fresh air,
                     or downpours of emotion.
I could either be a fresh breeze of inspiration
                                on a new day.

Or missing you, a deluge of seasonal
                                        falling..

But you always managed to lift me up
                       no matter the day...

You made me look at what life was,
       and to always shine upon the moments
that help me rise higher everyday,

for the
               eternity of us...

I am weak
And wobble as I stand
Like a baby bird
A phoenix, perhaps
Rising from the ashes
With a bit too much smoke
Left in its lungs.

The old husk
That shell built over many days
Of spring and rocks,
Gentle grass and balmy river
When it forgot it’s name was phoenix
Has been torn off
Too soon, like a scab
And the new skin underneath
Is tender in its infant stage
Under thin and ashy feathers.

Yes, it lives
Yes, it is rising

But one cannot go
From flames to flight
In an instant.

Let it instead be overnight
And let you, sweet bird
Rest
In the meanwhile.

I wasn't raised like you,
           I wasn't a full loaf of bread..

You were cut with the decency
        of a raised moment worth
                      a cut a slice pride.


Me, I wasn't like you,

misshapen
      raised morality..
                      you were perfection.


I was an uneven rising.

               Never to be cut like
you.

I was cut and never sliced in

a  correct line..
  

More like an uneven episode of
                 life,
burnt on some
                             sides....

not realising the potential of the other..
               I was just ill positioned in life.

I'm never going to respect you,
                       I'll just walk on the cracks.

And you'll avoid me, but I'm more pure than




               your morality, as I'm never plastic...


You faker than I'll ever be...
                               I'll die before you,

but at least i died realistically ..

I was sad but now I laugh,
I overcame the life I had,
Instead of being defined by the past,
I want to make things in life last.

I’ am independently me,
The very best version of myself that I could be.
I can rise above the abuse and hate,
For my minds in a better place.

I am not a toy I will not be played,
I’ll never bow down to a word you say,
Unlike many woman I will not stay,
For I am unmoldable, the opposite of clay.

No one in life will get me down,
I will stand up tall and proud,
Shout out to the rooftops outloud,
For who I truly am is found.

I love to be creative and unique,
Show men that a woman’s talent has diversity.
I do not depend on my exterior,
But rather focus on my interior being clearer.

For what’s in my soul truly matters,
Doesn’t depend which part of me is flatter,
For I love myself for every flaw,
Hoping one day you’ll see me the same way I saw.