First Moments In Heaven Poem by Soly Nasser

She has been 21 for too long
Her face hasn't changed since she was 16 years old, got a mind of an 80 years old woman
And a heart of un born child that got aborted on the 4th month of pregnancy,
She learned how to talk before she opened her eyes
She learned how to walk, run and to fall she fell on the deepest layer of the earth,
That only a demon can save her from her unluckily birth,
She didn't break her teeth, she broke her heart
But you know how kids just walk around saying you broke my heart but she wasn't lying though,
In order not to fall again doctors wrote her a prescription with contraindicated love
Love* is a word that makes her feel so innocent and neat.

You see, love to her is like disagreeing what everyone agreed
Love to her is like going on a revolution aginst the whole system that's only made of one repellent.
Love to her is like this bad luck accompanying you on an important day, makes you slip coffee and a whole hour of delay.
Love to her is like this puzzle made of 180 piece all sky shaped and blue colored that you bought for yourself on your last birthday cause no body ever came to the party you never made.
Love to her is like that beam of light at the middle of the noon that makes you wander either it's sunlight or light from train that is about to hit you soon.
Love to her is like her favourite ring tone but her phone never rings and no body ever calls
You see, love to her is YOU...

YOU AND YOU AND YOU...
You sitting in silence and still look so damn pretty
How can you look like a model when all your clothes are shitty,
She hates humans and you ain't so much difference but how can you light her up like a city,
That's gone cold on three A.m that only drunk she is walking in the streets that makes her feel pity.
How did you even notice her..
Walking shadows should continue to walk, they fade away in sunlight you know...
But now she laughs how can she return to be sad? !
Now that she wears pink who is gonna wear this blue
It's hard to get used to loneliness but she, she is adapted to
She is like this pet you hit with your leg so if you just came And patted on her head she will come to beg for more kindness
She is like a monster living on the highest mountain of the world that no one attempts to climp because of stop sign saying*here lives the monster *
No one will know that this monster is a 6 years old girl waiting for her daddy
No will know that she never had a daddy..
So how did you even know her? !
You know how many poems she wrote about you.
How many days she slept in darkness cause she wasn't afraid when she was thinking about you
so sleep tight pretty man, i hope all the wandering souls of her haunt you down to remind you how pretty she wanted to be...just for you

I think she'llcrawl back into her cave,
I hope she doesn't wait for you in same place
As you might think of this as a short spanned regular moment at the middle of moon shine,
This walking shadow is probably now drinking heavenly wine.