Saturday, November 3, 2012

Being a girl

When you are innocent,
they are stronger.
Once aware,
you are not naive.
The more your know,
the further you deviate,
but to not see is to not learn.
When lost in your own,
you cannot be heard,
when you say it as it is,
you are an open book.
When you are colorful,
you are not sharp,
and colourless
is immature.
When you achieve,
you are week within,
When larger than life,
you are not simple,
and when you strip yourself of all
you are less attractive.

I am insatiable.
I have been all I wanted,
and nothing remains.
I am more than that in my ordinariness,
and I fear
what a moment lacks,
more than what it holds.

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