Your eyes,
cold as ice
look at me
full of despite.
I see that clearly
and that makes me sad.
Pure love
that I kept
inside my heart
now is trampled
by your insidious
lies.
Now it hurts.
I kept all those
sweet kisses
for you,
I burned in long nights
while you weren't near.
Where were you?
How could you?
You gave me lies
and now
you leave.
You torture my body,
but I cannot give.
Everything
has been taken away
from me,
my wild desires
are sleeping,
your hands
will never touch me.
But pain
burns inside,
I don't believe
who you are.
This tear
has betrayed me
and you feel
my pain
while I'm shaking.
You know,
but you don't speak,
you see,
but you don't care,
you lie,
but you keep
believing in
those lies.
You wear your disguise,
and you think that's
alright.
Nobody will see
your real face,
for your real face
is fading.
Fading
due to all those
lies
you've been giving
for so long,
fading
because you know,
nobody will dare
to open a heart,
nobody
will be by your side.
But my tears
still lie
all over the pillow.
My pain is still here,
immanent and burns
inside.
That room can
feel my pain,
pain here remains.
Walls imbibe
my deep moan,
tired eyes look
to the doors,
pain here remains.
cold as ice
look at me
full of despite.
I see that clearly
and that makes me sad.
Pure love
that I kept
inside my heart
now is trampled
by your insidious
lies.
Now it hurts.
I kept all those
sweet kisses
for you,
I burned in long nights
while you weren't near.
Where were you?
How could you?
You gave me lies
and now
you leave.
You torture my body,
but I cannot give.
Everything
has been taken away
from me,
my wild desires
are sleeping,
your hands
will never touch me.
But pain
burns inside,
I don't believe
who you are.
This tear
has betrayed me
and you feel
my pain
while I'm shaking.
You know,
but you don't speak,
you see,
but you don't care,
you lie,
but you keep
believing in
those lies.
You wear your disguise,
and you think that's
alright.
Nobody will see
your real face,
for your real face
is fading.
Fading
due to all those
lies
you've been giving
for so long,
fading
because you know,
nobody will dare
to open a heart,
nobody
will be by your side.
But my tears
still lie
all over the pillow.
My pain is still here,
immanent and burns
inside.
That room can
feel my pain,
pain here remains.
Walls imbibe
my deep moan,
tired eyes look
to the doors,
pain here remains.
If no one ever marries me,—
And I don’t see why they should,
For nurse says I’m not pretty,
And I’m seldom very good—
If no one ever marries me
I shan’t mind very much;
I shall buy a squirrel in a cage,
And a little rabbit-hutch:
I shall have a cottage near a wood,
And a pony all my own,
And a little lamb quite clean and tame,
That I can take to town:
And when I’m getting really old,—
At twenty-eight or nine—
I shall buy a little orphan-girl
And bring her up as mine.
—Laurence Alma-Tadema
And I don’t see why they should,
For nurse says I’m not pretty,
And I’m seldom very good—
If no one ever marries me
I shan’t mind very much;
I shall buy a squirrel in a cage,
And a little rabbit-hutch:
I shall have a cottage near a wood,
And a pony all my own,
And a little lamb quite clean and tame,
That I can take to town:
And when I’m getting really old,—
At twenty-eight or nine—
I shall buy a little orphan-girl
And bring her up as mine.
—Laurence Alma-Tadema
I may only be One Voice,
But my One Voice is important because without my One Voice we could never have one million Voices.
my one Voice stands for ME.
what I think.
what I believe in.
and who I am.
My Voice is unique
But so is every other Voice
and every Voice is important*
So let your Voice be heard, be One in a million Voices
*not part of the original poem:
Important because millions of voices can create a defaning roar.