me:
small
weak
tiny
unnoticeable
you:
beauliful
strong
angry
afraid
two worlds meeting, knowing each other
one,
too good
too developed
too perfect
to be touched
to be kissed
to be thought about
to be loved
the other one:
too small
too weak
too coward
to be looked at
to be seen
to be percieved
to be
and here I am
seated
defeated by fate
a betrayer fate
condemning me to be trapped
to trip
to fall
to cheat
to lie
just a kid
crawling
stamblig
falling
rowling in the dust weeping
shouting
crying
aching
a shout in the dark
a painful pinch bothering everybody
anoying everybody
dizying everybody
a tantrum of the dying night
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