Poetry

Elle, 12 february 2012

In my mind

There are words, tons of words that don’t make sense
There are voices, notes and music in silence
There are memories, lost and cherished, forgotten and found
There are sounds, so many sounds

There are colors, shades and tones in darkness
There is hunger, biting and knawing, completely obsessed
There are scratches and beautiful art between the lines
There are scars in my mind

There are songs on an ordinary day
There is darkness, bitter jealousy bleeding in gray
There are tangled knots in the blue skies
There are scattered pieces in my mind

In my mind
Flowers bloom and never fade or die
In my mind
It makes no sense but it doesn’t try
In my mind there’s nothing wrong with me
I’m perfectly fine
In my mind
It is only in my mind

I’m always lost inside this mind
I leave all reason and logic far behind
It’s not my choice
It’s a choice I can’t deny
And I don’t even try

In my mind
It is only in my mind.