Diva
the diva standing on her stage
unreachable for everyone
but yet, she's reaching out
for anyone to save her
but noone is there.
noone to help her, to give her the love she needs
noone but me - trying to reach her
but the crowds, blinded by her beauty
standing in my way...
making it impossible, to save, what they all want to see.
Spontane Freistil-Dichterei deren Zusammenkommen ich leider schon wieder vergessen habe - aber das Gedicht ist noch da und gefällt mir irgendwie.
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