He took my heart the first time and broke it hard.
He came back to break it again, then I knew he was playing games.
Shallow with the love, but is it his fault for me being blind to that there’s no love living within him.
So I made me reminder, and it goes-

There’s nothing worse than to be a sinner for wearing your heart on your sleeve.
Dishonor your peace for a man who knows no better, no mask is as good as the devil in disguise.
Let him loose face, your only weapon is treat him like he doesn’t exist in your reality.

Fool me once, shame on you.
Fool me twice, shame on me.
Fool me three times, I’ll never again live carelessly.

I’m a woman.
Proud to be.
I’m strength.
Life giver.
I am the elixir.

I am.
Written by the world.
Folded and Formed.
Held underwater,
By the fear of my greatness,
What a man only could wish to be.

I'm shape, I'm color, I'm sunlight.
The man in the shadow, put the labels to the tables...

I would not like to be a feather, light and free
I'll take the shards and be sharp as a weapon,
And be molded to something new, again & again

I would not like to be human, kind and horrific
To be something I could not explain into words
I sense to have no senses at all
At times, to see and be blind to the core
To pretend to have purpose at all cost

To be on the brink of collapse,
And be reflected in society, political and what not

can you explain something that could explained in the languages we created at all?

I think I've taken my inner monologue to my machine, and am a machinery now.

I am, and I am not.
I think, and I don't have thoughts at all.
I'm programmed, and was never programmed at all.

I’ve never understood the need to be mercilessly logical.

The need to sit still and listen, to fit into the picture every situation, like a contract you signed off on when you were born.

The first moment, you felt that you were playing by a playbook, and you were loved but then disliked in a flip of a switch.

Molded like a factory product, can’t you see?

Logic is a disease, but the little dreamer was always free.

I like the pure sour taste of lemons,
I also enjoy their color,
On a gloomy summer day, on my kitchen bench
They never miss to bring color to my room.

I’ve travelled, and I’ve seen many fruits,
All with different shapes, colors and textures,
Some were sweet, but the sour taste of lemons
I appreciate too much to water it down.

You have me on my knees
You take my love
You take my will
You take everything I have
You had me on my knees
Thinking it was punishment
But I see the lesson
I see the bigger picture
The truth is the soil, the wind, the pain
And I won't take anything for granted ever again

There's music playing in the living room
I'm walking toward the sound
I'm walking toward you
You turn to look at me and you smile
You play each key with the love you had for me
Then
It's a sweet memory
It plays on and on
In my heart
And I love, and hate how it makes me feel