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A turtle peeking its head out shy      
Shivering quiet eyes        
        
A scent welcoming Spring,        
Warm pillow sweet grass bread,        
Could you keep me?        
         
Have you seen raindrops so round,        
Curled up friends on your glasses rim?        
         
‘Hello’        
My small universe.        
         
*instrumental*        
         
I like to think that I’m an astronaut        
To tiny spaces, imagination takes me        
         
My little body frightened by those fast cars        
Be gentle please        
         
I like to dream that one spark is enough        
To comfort one billion of the world’s most ferocious sharks        
         
This real world can be so easy to be scared of        
Be gentle now        
         
Excuse if my voice seems so lost in the storm        
I tend to find a way to ball up in my tumbling thoughts        
         
Flutter of a wing, one just too close to my anxious heart        
You’ve seen too much.        
         
You’ve seen too much of me.        
         
*instrumental*        
         
A tiny song, to open your eyes,        
One day my spark will be enough.        
         
—        
         
This song is by the lovely singer, Maybe An Artist, and these English lyrics were written by me (formerly wizkatfood).        
         
Original audio: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=6BbsTChnV9E        
         
<3
Written by ohmy_engrish (^-^)
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Author's Note
On a personal note: Throughout my life, I’ve gone through scared of the future and confused about who I should be. To be honest, I still find it easier to avoid ‘showing my true self’ with other people because I am just too afraid of being ridiculed and criticized. Of course, I want to be the ‘best’ version of myself, but I don’t have much of an idea what that is. Though I have a feeling that everyone might feel me in a similar way, even if they don’t admit it. That is why I posted this song here, even if you may laugh at it or say I should change. But the truth is, I don’t think I can ever change this sensitivity inside me. (And I don’t think you should too.) So, I present to you, the purest form of my heart, (and of myself) right here for you to see.
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