Loving you is like a contest,
I needed the right words to get in the race and clever tricks to stay ahead but God, I needed to win so badly!
There was nothing I wouldn't have done to get you, to claim your heart.
I've been feeling the victory far before reaching the finnish line without looking at the other competition and then I just froze…
Never did I doubt about crushing his heart and knocking him down but what I will never do is compete with your own flesh and blood.
JE LEEST
Come what may
Poetryain't it wonderful how we hold on to life by simply finding something worth living for? and even stranger it is that it might be that in that very specific search for happiness that we end up finding something completely different...
