Hey, pretty girl, how is it going?
Who is seeing you naked these days?
Who steals your eyes in their glowing?
Spreading ambrosia in their ways
And tears with pepper
No missing, it’s better.
You cried enough.
Images… hot stuff.
You don’t want to remember.
It’s the end of December.
The times when your soul was small.
The days of this bleak fall.
Today you’re laughing at your feels,
You’re drowning them in coffee,
Overthinking in your heels,
Wishing for that trophy,
Forgetting about your meals.
Looking in the mirror with your hair loose
Your heart and mind are still abused.
You painted your nails in black,
Your friend is now the dark.
Wearing your glittery eyes
You’re strong and wise.
Forget about your therapists!
Forget about the other specialists!
Live your sadness until your thoughts die
And you will reach out to the sky.
It’s over for you and I.
Who knew you can cry rivers?
Come to me. I won’t lie.
I won’t give you the shivers.
Don’t cut your hair again.
Don’t run to Spain.
Wait until you’ll have a healthy brain.
The mirrors will show you.
Take my hand and let’s get away.
We’ll wait for a breezy May.
We’ll talk after some wine and coffee,
Some people and stories,
Some chocolate with toffee
And new territories.
(translated and adapted from a poem one of my amazing Romanian gal pals wrote on her blog)*
Hope you like it 🙂