Life Goes on

So Maybe it's true, Humans are awfully hopeful creatures.

I would be shallower,

If they can't appreciate my kindness,

I am not talking about physical tiredness,

There was once a doll maker,

Talented, everyone praised her,

Her dolls were all a masterpiece,

Her reputation was far reached,

She liked putting on a show,

She had dolls for every role,

Always right, never wrong,

Dolls dancing to her song,

But one was very particular,

Among them, she was her favourite,

She molded her sweetly,

Keeping her separately,

Doll thought she was loved,

It was shoved down her throat,

Can she complain?

It was only love they say,

But was it?

Doll was never sure of it,

So days went by,

Doll was fading,

Her maker tried some saving,

She cut her limbs,

To replace the shaking one,

She changed her face,

To make her a smiling one,

She gave her new clothes,

To hide her tearing one,

But it was inevitable,

Doll was waking up,

She could finally see,

"All that love was suffocating me,

Everything was always fine,

I wouldn't know otherwise,"

Do you miss your maker, doll?

"Yes I do, quite a lot",

Don't you have rage?

Sadness?

Why did she do this to you?

Always more cruel to you,

How did you tolerate it?

"Just Simply,

Come to me,

Like a haunted dream,

Make me kinder than I ever was,

Mold me,

And then forget me,

Like a broken beloved vase,

Give me that push and pull,

Make me feel something,

Let me trust you,

Like a fool,

Be wild,

Be mine,

Console me,

Like a child,

Be whatever you want,

Be Better than the lot,

Shine on me like the moon,

Warm me like a blanket of wool,

Even if it is torn and old,

I'll cherish it like forevermore,

What is love?

Let me tell it to all,

I am your favorite song,

You are the color of my eye,

I am your morning texts,

You are my hardest goodbye,

I am your flower fields under the moon,

You are my Polaroid camera and a firefly,

We were on a thriller ride,

In our space,

On our side,

Meet me once again,

On the tip of the dusk,

Be a fairytale only I could read,

How cruel is the fate,

Moth to flames,

Those you love,

Burns you the brightest,

For love, prove yourself,

For glory, taste the dirt,

Those who ask,

Tell them,

Blood has a sweet taste,

Once you get pass the metallic sting,

Legends are made,

With a warm embrace,

Oh great warrior!

To you I sing,

I sing for your agony,

I sing your courage,

For you have forged paths,

You have carved the mountains,

Snow, heat,

At your feet,

You looked at storms ahead,

And still dare to have wings,

Your legacy isn't your bloodline,

It's the fire within,

It's the quest for new,

It's an honor for few,

Flowers are good,

Symbol of peace and rest,

But you wouldn't want them, right?

Broken out of shackles and lies,

In a quiet way,

I Exist,

Despite the dismay,

I have to,

For I believe in the minutes,

Why mock the moth,

Who would know flame otherwise,

In a way nobody else do,

I Exist for the morning dew,

Whoever touched my soul,

In the slightest, I Exist for you,

I exist in tears,

I exist in scars,

I am human,

I exist for the cause,

Creature of mud and clay,

Why sway,

Why not exist for the mundane,

I have stories in my eyes,

Centuries in my blood,

I exist for the story,

Or does story exist for myself?

No matter the beginnings,

I exist for the endings,

May come the fall,

I Exist,