The opinions you have of others make you who you become after they are not there with you ...
Silent seeds scattered to the four winds
Black waters
You can never see a monster But you can create one inside you and some times you will let it see through your eyes while it becomes one with You
Black flame
Let people hate you while you enjoy being yourself and another day they will remember you as the one that enjoys being free and who knows the thought of you might make them smile although they will keep being who they need to be?
Cloudy sky
Even when you think back...
Your thoughts can carry you away
But your inner core will remain untouched
Inside your rib cage
You don't need to remember who you are Not even
know what will happen to you with the passage of time
but remember who you were when you started storing not
forming memories You are that - Open your eyes
create memories that you will never have to recall
because those memories are an extension of yourself
stay in touch with yourself don't become what your
understanding of knowledge means to others You are
not the sum of your memories if while creating memories
you always tried to be true to yourself
Poetry by night soul woman
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Written on 2015-01-12 at 16:02
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