Desire - the detrimental nature of men.
The untouchedness of women,
The innocence of childhood.
Burnt into ashes. Gone.

How I wish Ticktock was my greatest thief,
So innocence would not have left me so early.
Fragments of memories scar my soul,
Yet. Pain, unfelt.

I was four - I was loved.
My stolen innocence,
My untold story.
Life. Long gone.

Alone in bed tonight,
Waiting for the dark night to rise.
In darkness I shall be still,
But the scars on my wrist just will not heal.

The ****** broken pinky promises
That ***** friends originally made with fragrances.
And the cold and creepy spooky smiles
That I once thought would make our friendship go miles.

Oh, darling!
What foolish lies you are believing!
"Friendship forever and happily ever after"?
Oh give me a break, you are clever!

Live in a house of stones and bricks,
Equip yourself with rifles and tricks.
Or lock yourself in a tower like Rapunzel's,
As the answer to "how to get up there" is "no one knows".

Listen to me when I speak,
My words I warn you to keep.
For I once heard Truth and Lie whispering,
Criticizing our stupidity of not-knowing.

"Why do people love you but hate me?"
"Because I am the beautiful Lie and you are the ugly Truth."

I am the girl in the closet,
With lies and thoughts that make me upset.
In the dark of the darkest night,
A hundred battles I have to fight.

I am the girl in the closet,
With the smiling face on the day we met.
But did you ever figure it out yourself,
That it was a weapon I prepared to protect myself?

I am the girl in the closet,
A thousand criticisms from people I get.
"You will never succeed" they say,
So on the floor, with no confidence, I lay.

I am the girl in the closet,
The one with a very complicated mindset.
Just yesterday, a million tears in my heart, they fell,
Because I had a billion secrets I was afraid to tell.

I am the girl in the closet,
But no one really cares about me I bet.
So I am writing in the hope that you will notice,
That I am the girl in the closet.

Two separate continents
Different people, different lands
Yet with the same deep desire
To reach out and hold each others hands

To break the icy cold wall surrounding them
And search for the hot and burning passion
inside of their hearts
To dig deeper into the very corner of their souls
And colour the world with poetic art

Painting a picture where the world comes together
Through the harmony of rhyme
Creating a peaceful understanding
That will withstand the test of time

Tempted by the ****** snow
They struggle and stagger
until their blood fills the red warm lake
While the fools see the poetry world as detrimental
To them everything is just a beautiful mistake

And mistakes are made to make sure the world stays
On the edge of curiosity
Bringing together those people in distant lands
Back to that harmony

Poets are language lovers
As well as secret dreamers
In their vulnerable hearts they treasure
And live out those dreams forever and ever