dream-like

see that girl, walking through the forest
looking so strange and shimmering
doesn't really belong in this place
lift your eyes to the sun
dazzling you and light on your heart
the girl doesn't walk fast
she's got time
she is the time
carrying a flower and in the other hand
in the palm, like a gutter
there's water, caressing
patiently waiting, curling
so clear and deep
you look into it and see everytime something different
the flower, watching what surrounds her
is cautious and fears to be threatened and harmed
but in the end
you can watch the sunflower grow

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sunflowers.

lacerated

it is eating me up
this inner conflict
broken in two pieces

the confusion of two feelings
deaden my mind
the struggle inside my body
don't seem to end

it'll be refused
the fine sense of happiness
slain by feelings of blame, hatred, anxiety

i'm unable to cope with it
someone patch me up
this inner conflict
it is eating me up