A thing called my diary

The light pouring sky
Under it, as a kid, I
Like a dream, fly.
My Life is a Beauty

Many stories I’ve heard from somewhere
“The Ugly Ducking and Swan”
“A Butterfly, before it flies”
No one knows
They can’t see your wings
The world in which I’ve met you in
I don’t know if it’s cruel or not
But Strong girl
You know you were born to fly
The tears you cry
All the pain your feel
So that there comes a day where you fly higher
Prepare yourself for that day, Butterfly
Everybody’s gonna see it soon

The light pouring sky
Under it, as a kid, I
Like a dream, fly.
My Life is a Beauty

My heart envisions again the dreams I’ve lost
Timecurls itself back
Everything gathers and gets swallowed up
All the small memories wake up one day at a time
Just enough to fill the world
And open me up
Through the long night
I want to go on a Trip again
Why not
This world tells me
To wake up
Yesterday where I was alone
With the countless blank stares
With the falling tears
Again, I endure the day
Yesterday was breathtaking
And the words that were pouring too,
They sway and wrap me up as well

The light pouring sky
Under it, as a kid, I
Like a dream, fly.
My Life is a Beauty
My Life is a Beauty

The flower petals grow dark
I have lost my strength
I follow a small light
To a distant day
Send me away
I’ll fly brilliantly

The light pouring sky
With Newly made eyes
Newly made eyes
Into the distance, I Fly
Fly High Fly High
With my very own Beauty
The moment I closed my eye
Time stopped
And again, I floated back.