Grateful for any luck that we received
And still we're displeased
Locked up in bitter memories we can release
Caught up in between
our bad and good regime
How long we give bitter memories the power to compete
Disable our emotions, in everything we see
Scars we add on our own
Maybe is it that why we still feel alone
Pain rules, tear dropping and mind goes crazy
There's no is, or maybe
We could fixed this all and live our live so less perfectly
If we let ourselves believe how lucky we really are, and we're not living in some kind of negative misery
JE LEEST
Mijn geschreven gedachten
PoetrySchrijven van gedichten is voor mij een passie, laat me jullie meeslepen in teksten die jullie zullen beroeren, laten nadenken en vooral wat dichter brengen met mijn talent.
