You can keep all the clothes
And the songs too
Keep your poetry
I don’t want it
Nor do I need it
Listen to me, when I say
I’ll be gone in an hour
For I am not made
out of dishonest bones
Nor colours or happiness
~
I’m not a savior
Neither are you
We’re souls
Lonely and depressed
Seeking for a mirror image
Well, let me tell you
You won’t be seeing me
When you get up in the morning,
You will be seeing yourself
And I will be gone
With all our borders and mismatched love
Our only salvation
Is the gift of freedom
~
I give it to you now
JE LEEST
The Epoch Of Incredulity
PoetryOver liefde, zelfhaat en het leven. "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the s...
