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19.

  • Writer: Ceyda Güzelsevdi
    Ceyda Güzelsevdi
  • Dec 9, 2020
  • 1 min read

I might be ahead

But I'm not far just yet

19 for you

May be the smallest

Never been to me

and it's been a special number

For that some once said

19=1

I altered it

Unless that they I met that some

I was just hanging around somewhere

Cornering my lines

Keeping them in the darkest cupboard

For they had to stay as the secret

Adopted treasures they were

Adopted from the life some refuse to own

Sit back as the audience

And watch as the silhouettes rots until too late

Crystallized adopted treasure m'lines were

Fiercely intense

Without no fence

Believing that they would best do

Safing themselves in some old shelf

Built a hardcase

Hidden m'lines in thy shadows

They were everywhere until no one knew

What I see

Transformed too early into what I know

So much to learn

But what's being given I know

I like the complexity

Simplicity

Greatest betrayal towards human kind

It's not just black & white

And the shades of a day

Too beautiful not to appreciate

I for 19

&

19 for I

Storyteller was right

The MC didn't know

Was not aware & in denial of the diamond shaped truth

He shouted

He shouted out loud to shake things up

Turn the world upside down

Because he had to

That one wor/l/d was more than enough

The initiation of a revolutionary breakthrough

He said it & passed the day away

It's been quite a few

And the origins are remembered

Just because that moment

I'll call you 19 from now on

And if you eye

Know that I'll be grateful

Grateful for that you were one of the few

Probably unconscious

But still

Knew the truth

For that dear Sparkler, 19

I thank you.





 
 
 

1 Comment


Iain Merchant
Iain Merchant
Dec 09, 2020

This is really intriguing Ceyda...

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