Is it for the crown? Is it for the throne? Is it for a piece of your name to be carved in stone? Or is it for the stories? For the smiles in the glories, purged in the flames of your victories?
Is it for the One? The one that stays when the lights are out? Is it for the One who sees the shards, who fill the cracks of your wall with the scrap of paper that she tore apart.
Is it for the One? The one who understands the storms in your hips and has every reason to leave the ship. But stays on top waiting for the sun to show up. Is it for the One? The one from the crowd, far from a thousand faces, who understands the language of your rain.
I think it is the One who applauses when other vanishes. The One who exposes her fears but is strong enough to cross her shares. Where voices do not survive a season, her’s echoes through the chapters on the shelf.
Is it for the lover? Is it for the Friend? It is for the dream that keeps knocking on your chest? Is it for the one who exists loudly? Is it for the one who knows how you feel?
Written by : Elplimo