Can you see what I see,
and feel what I feel,
Can you promise me now,
that you always will try.
I know that you know,
but I don't…
So promise me this
and say you'll be true,
that forever is just
a fraction of time and
that you never will lie.
I agree,
all words are borrowed
and sonnets are cliché
But underneath this all,
I'm only skin and bones,
ready to be torn,
breathing you in,
embracing your all.
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...
