It’s more than enough
One year
Not to breathe,
By counting each step
From your doors
To my doors.
It’s more than enough,
When your post code is changed,
From smile to the grief,
From inn to outdoors.
It’s more than enough,
To fall into pieces,
By trying to live and forget,
To look into the window,
Where rain tells me the stories,
About the sound of regret.
About the light of the heart,
Who shines despite of the dark,
About the hope,
To catch up with life,
One year - is more than enough.
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I am just pretending
That I am beautiful.
Picking clothes
To cover my scars, training my body
To cover my fears.
Would you love me
Naked, blind, deaf, bold, when my body's time
Has expired.
I am
Just soul
In your hands
And tear In your eyes
I am just pretending
That I am beautiful.
The real beauty that God gave me is invisible.
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