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She went on and on hoping for things to come along
she was thinking for putting efforts she is no more strong
yet when a woman learns to trust herself again
she gets it is up to her if she will lose or gain.
A wish is an empty page only waiting to be written
when there is no real intention your desires to sweaten
one needs first with the thoughts to come out of the blue
because than is when the wishes might for real come true.
There is a medicine people often forget to use
it is a spice that defines if a man will win or loose.
She fought many times to keep her soul alive
this medicine have proved the certain way to thrive.
When the body gets hits we may only get a mark
but if our soul is suffering, we might forever stay in dark.
And then here is the will to lift us up when we fall
to nurture the fire is the key even when it is small.
And when there are no other helping hands around
don’t give yourself to silence, but try to hear how you sound.
One must find him being for himself worthy enough
when one masters himself is he in front of others tough.
A year ago she had still faith true love would come by
A year after she had still no love, but only the every-night cries
And she was still drinking that depressive wine
Being drunk in aloneness, she was giving herself the proper fine.
“The last reincarnation of my soul is on its way” – she was certain,
“my theater play will then end, it is the last time to be up my curtain.
I did what I could, having my soul on mission, riding to leave traces behind,
I won’t come never again, they are and always will be only blind.”
This time she thought as for last she would more receive than give
This time she thought for herself more she would live
This time she thought true love would step by and stay longer
This time she thought to be weaker, and she had to choose to be stronger.
“On Earth”, she said, “this is my last reincarnation’s expedition,
I have done what I could to fulfill my soul’s mission.”
And yet even as for last, her love story wasn’t in the Universe’s plans
“I am cursed”, she said, “the last cycle was only existence in trans.”
A nuance of joy had the day gone by
and so she suffocated her daily cries.
But a joy in a day can be a mask only
it became her daily verb the word ‘lonely’.
A poet struggles while those keen on prose
to the dept of emotions are not even close.
Her search never ends it becomes only art
since she doesn’t have of the word ‘we’ all parts.
She keeps fighting watching her back
she becomes stronger, for help she doesn’t lack.
A warrior lives as other have only imagined
a warrior lives to become a legend.
Even though often one grabs the chance to say it
the thought of it made her mostly too early to quit
she didn’t know what tone it had when spoken
she have heard of it only when its parts are broken.
A warrior they say mostly runs alone
a warrior doesn’t want to be in any kind owned
a warrior runs first, she wasn’t born to follow
a warrior must learn his bitterness in loneliness to swallow.
Such warrior keeps his fear as a friend
such warrior has no right and time to bend
such warrior – she couldn’t anything else to be
such warrior may never know the sound of ‘we’.
My beloved one, I tend my mornings not to be empty although having the knowledge of your absence. I have to make a new concept of my mornings. And my evenings. And my entire life. Love isn’t only a feeling, nor a monthly letter, nor a madness only. Love has to be nurtured with presence. Our love is on the edge of being destroyed. I am sorry to writing you this on the first day of a new yearly cycle, but I question you: is there any sense to believe in the idea of our story, when I haven’t heard not even your name for so long?
My love is losing its sense while staying on this edge for so long, so I have decided that this is the last time I address any words to you.
Since I didn’t have the chance to love the presence of the man I thought you were, I will not stop dreaming of meeting someone whom will love to love my presence.
And my last request: please do not send me a response.
I beg you to forget me.
the one that loved you (past tense).