I wish I wrote as I thought
To immortalise those moments
To remind me of those memories forbidden to the world I exist in
To not be captured by photographs
Or seen by those eyes that are mean and unforgiving
Those traitorous eyes you'll see wherever you go
Although only through ears will they know

Yet they will call you a mad girl
I am not mad
I do not belong
That is what
I am crazy because you do not see me often

If I were pretty
You'd call me unique
Because beauty is in the eye of the beholder
And I say that I am beauty and I behold
And I will never it to anyone
I shall share it with God
Because I know I've been born in the wrong existence
My soul still lives in the other
But my body is in this body
Wherein my body enjoys its pleasure brought by money
Yet very rarely by the nature that bound the two worlds together
And my soul in that other world
Where I am not hurt nor never was
Where my lover has found me and never have been let go through any envy or life
Wherein my words make sense and passion is felt as deeply as my thoughts as I write
Wherein love is beautiful
And nothing ever feels wrong
And nothing ever, was is and will be
To have is to accept that it will be gone
But that rule is written in bloody beauty in my other world

© Ovalie