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O meu pensamento

Grief

Maio 17, 2015

Isis Erzsébeth Báthory

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 I remember the good times

That we never had,

Good times that I so dreamed about sharing with you.

How I needed you,

How I grieved for not feeling your love,

How I grieved when you were out.

Somehow I always knew things would have 

To be tragical,

Was I being irrational?

You were not supposed to be perfect.

I just wanted to feel loved,

But then I just felt hated.

In my nightmares I could see you,

I could shout out to you

how I felt, 

And still you could never understand me.

Sometimes I can still feel the pain,

Sometimes I feel lonely

Different planets

Maio 15, 2015

Isis Erzsébeth Báthory

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 Today I am free, 

So free that I can look at the sun for the first time.

I can now breath for the first time.

And so I decided to keep you in a closet,

my life could never be the same...

And that night I cried and suffered as if you were dead,

I had nightmares, but and then I slipped away

To some other place,

Where you could not reach me.

Since that night, 

You walked away from me,

And our lives changed forever.

 

 

We were because we were

Maio 12, 2015

Isis Erzsébeth Báthory

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 Thought for myself, I knew what I needed in this life,

Saw for myself and felt my soul ome alive that night.

There, in that moment we shared, trembling between two worlds in complete decay,

We stared the moon light whom covered my tiny feet...

Time could have been the answer, I toke a chance and lost all of it.

It was a simple mistake, to create a motherly bond, and to fall.

So I stood up and became my own master, I did not needed to be a slave

Of this memory of yours ensnared in a web, in a cage.

Despair was not only a sort of a sin, but a mistake too, because no one knew...

...

Maio 02, 2015

Isis Erzsébeth Báthory

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 "Sinto-te a passar,
Passas-me entre as mãos,
E não te consigo viver,
Não consigo aproveitar todas as chances
Que por ti me são dadas...
Não, sei o motivo...
Mas sei que me sinto zangada contigo,
estou furiosa, e não consigo perceber porquê...
Passas-me pelas mãos, consigo tocar-te
Ao de leve com os meus dedos
Mas Deixo-te sempre fugir,
Não me compriendo,
Infeliz sou eu,
Infeliz torno todos aqueles que à minha volta estão
Sou incompreensivel...
E incrompreensiveis, são os que estão
À minha volta...
Quero fugir...
Mas um dia alguem muito importante me disse
Que isso seria cobardia...
Um dia esse alguém me disse que eu era forte...
Eu hoje olho e vejo que não sou forte...
Eu hoje vejo que nem coragem tenho
Para aproveitar a vida que esta a passar..."

 

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