Open your eyes and see,
with your soul not your heart.
Heart and brain may lie
but not your guts.
Eyes can see even when it’s dead.
Rose can be smelled even when it’s rotten.
Honey can taste even when it’s a waste.
Hearts can love even when in pain.
Feel the music even when it fades.
Love the death in hatred of life.
Broken man can still look fine.
Dead soul can still look alive.
Know the name not the life
Happiness or sadness all a lie.
Fairy tale is a broken promise.
Lovers to enemies, love to hate.
One just hate and on keeps wait.
~Ivana Binoj~