Expecting myself to answer
Maybe it's because they did it
Maybe it's because they bled
.
Maybe it's because they died
for Love
.
They didn't die for love, you say
They died for passion
in the battle against ignorance
.
Maybe they died for starlight
in the lack of sunlight
I close my eyes and remember
that nothing was ever like this
You don't really exist, you know
You're just a reflexion in the mirror glass
.
My naked body through the surface
of almost cold bath water
.
The thin ray of light
let into a dark room
You are me
Maybe you're born with eyelids
because part of you
Wants them stapled to the cheek bones
.
Maybe you don't have a heart
until you give it to someone else
Poetry by Julia Felicia
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Written on 2007-12-19 at 17:27
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