dark waters
don’t get near me
you might damage me
and once the damage is done
we can never go back
these dark waters
where you found me by myself
eating away at time
reminiscing
allow me to float
wander
find protection
and I came back here
because somehow
it always makes me realise
that belonging
is being part of a bigger lie
that it is nothing but a haze
similar to the ones you feel
when someone is trying to fix you
instead of embracing you with hope
you will not find me here again
you will not be able to open me with a key anymore
watch me as I dive again
far away from you
The magic of not being fixed, only held... Gostei!
ResponderEliminarObrigada pelo teu comentário. Acho que és a única que comenta, por isso agradeço muito. :)
ResponderEliminar:-) Há muita gente que lê blogues e não comenta!! Eu gosto de vir visitar-te (e mostrar que vim!)
ResponderEliminarSim, é bem verdade. Eu também vou a alguns e não comento, mas faço isso cada vez menos.
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