Nameless

The broken soul was found in the girl

She fell in love with a devil, which caused:

Sick piece of her heart was like a stone cold

Her thoughts were obsessed

with death or her blood

The devil kissed her again and again

She realized it was her biggest mistake

She noticed she was under his curse

She was blind too soon, what else was worse?

He took her light and took her joy

she noticed he was just a boy

who was too greedy and wanted more

but she was lightweight and (she) died too soon.

Her soul was a sword but not strong enough

to kill a devil who took her life

All friends were asking

"What's happening with her?

They saw only a girl with a fear and obsession

she was screaming out loud and she lay on the bed

Nobody was seeing why she was afraid

A little too much to stay there alone

to stay very strong and save the zone

And one day a devil came to her mind

he sucked all the strength and forbade to survive

Bit by bit she was losing the power

Porcelain skin was gray in an hour

she got the scars and wound on the heart

her psyche was just falling apart

Her wounds were opened and ready to bind

But the devil came again to destroy and change

her last extreme feeling

which made him nervous and angry, really

Even though there was nothing left in her love

she didn't respond, she was like a stone cold

she stopped being afraid,

and this saved her

pieces of feelings were so much craved

the Feeling  misleading and deceptive

it showed her a new perspective

This choice won against the stealing of the souls

What was the weapon? 

INDIFFERENCE, that's all.

-Elizabeth (Lipcowa) XXX V MMXVI

Nie pytajcie, dlaczego i o co chodzi w tym poście. 

Chciałam Wam tylko przedstawić mój pierwszy w życiu wiersz napisany po angielsku. 

Nie obawiajcie się masy błędów, gdyż był sprawdzany przez Native'a i mogą się pojawić w najgorszym przypadku pojedyncze. Albo po prostu próbując tłumaczyć, stwierdzicie, że to nie ma najmniejszego sensu. But I don't care.

Nie będę komentować znaczenia, przesłania, drugiego dna. 

To tym razem- zostawię Wam. 

Przeczytajcie w spokoju i pomyślcie nad nim. 

Nie wszystko musi mieć nazwę. 

Nie wszyscy są wyraźni.

Nie wszyscy sobie radzą w życiu.

Każdy ma inną broń.

Każdy ma inny cel.

Każdy ma inne problemy.

Ale i tak najlepiej być nameless. 

Bądźmy czasem anonimowi  tajemniczy. Zostawmy zagadkę. 

Niech to będzie nasz mały sekret, okay?

Potraficie go dotrzymać?