19.
- 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.
This is really intriguing Ceyda...