A women I’am, A women so pure
The silk of my hair, so gentle, he adores
I love, i smile,
i breathe in time,
Yet i am death,
And death is mine,
A woman so soft, so fragile,
My skin is so warm, in his eyes I peek.
The globe of my eyes,
Yes it’s silent, holding on a storm inside
What a fool i am to hold on tight,
To hands that let go overnight,
Some graves don’t need a plot of land,
They fit inside my heart so wide,
I lost my home yet here i lie,
A moving face, a soul that died,
My thoughts are dark,
My chest is tight,
Some demons whisper best at night,
A women, I Am, and I adore myself,
Delicate as feather,
Yet i reside on the strongest level,
I don’t hate roses,
I hate loud cries,
From the thorns that formed,
On their blue skies.
But the city lights,
They remind me of you,
And them passing by,
I fear turning new,
You wont understand,
you never will,
That my world of wonders,
Creates Abstand from you,
For I Am a women,
And I know my truth.
