The Girl With The Cottage [Slampoem/raptext/lång dikt]
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The Girl With The Cottage
She had a nice little cottage at the end of the road/ (I walked)
lived happily in the bubble that she'd selfishly blown/ (and so)
there was no one ever let in as she guarded the door/
and her fight against affection always started at dawn/
and it kept going, going, going throughout the day/
her heart was ice cold and holding everyone away/
She hated growth so she was breaking branches/
never taking chances, she was made of panzer/
her lungs was working but she was barely just breathing/
she stayed inside and would just stare at the ceiling/
the cottage was painted pitch black/
her and sunlight was a mismatch, she wouldn't wanna risk that/
anyone could ever creep under her skin/
the only stars were the paper-ones in the bin/
and she made up constellations and named them too/
but if you said you loved her, then she hated you/
I glanced at the alley and challenged the aisle/ ( I walked)
Pastures for hatred and solitude balanced with style/ (and so)
As I tiptoed the bridge she started to burn it down/
"I've had my share of grief, but I've learnt it now"/
She started crying, crying, crying herself a river/
And her total reluctance towards me made me shiver/
She polished her glass bowl and despised the view/
Lied to few but saw me better than I could do/
Told me to keep a distance to her motionless dwelling/
And that she was persistent to the emotions I was selling/
She ran back through the first door/
her solitude became my world war as that girl mourned/
that she truly deeply abhorred humanity/
And I noticed the knife stabbed in her sanity/
‘cause at her utmost she pretended to play with you/
but if you said you loved her, then she hated you/
Dodging the knifes and surviving her attempts/ (I walked)
I saw no resurrection so I started denying what I felt/ (and so)
As I slowly left her garden, she emerged by the well/
I thought "what up now?" then I heard what she yelled/
She told me to stop, stop, stop and hold it/
She wore her heart on her sleeve and started to unfold it/
Thousands of layers of unused intimacy and years of denial/
A whole drawer filled with the fears that she had filed/
said she had a good eye for me that she could enhance/
but she fought her demons and she stood no chance/
so she asked me for one if I was willing to help/
and this was my attempt to stop her from killing herself/
she laughed when I said that, she described and she told me/
that she never intended that, she was just afraid of being lonely/
that never made sense to me, but her rationality seldom do/
and if you said you loved her, then she welcomed you/