Wish you were here.
Juste. En annan sak. Läste igenom lite grejor och tyckte att den här dikten jag skrev för några (eller kanske flera) veckor sedan var värd en extra view. Woho, enjoy.
When our heads speak
our hearts are silenced.
And since it's time to be brave
your eyes seeks shelter in your hands.
No longer any pain to see.
And we have come to being strangers.
But my hands are weak so I'll turn my head.
Just hiding from that desperate widow.
'Cause why ache on an easy day?
When our heads can speak
and hearts be silenced.
our hearts are silenced.
And since it's time to be brave
your eyes seeks shelter in your hands.
No longer any pain to see.
And we have come to being strangers.
But my hands are weak so I'll turn my head.
Just hiding from that desperate widow.
'Cause why ache on an easy day?
When our heads can speak
and hearts be silenced.
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