• it is strange
    it is strange how things can shift
    how one day there is none
    no smile
    no light
    and then there is
    just a small spot in the distance
    like a small light
    a light being born
    suddenly me is two
    i’m not alone
    my soul is shared
    not always
    but enough

    it is strange
    it is strange how things shift
    it’s like falling
    not into the dark pit
    but into the sky
    not having to fight alone

    it is strange
    it is strange how things can shift
    how i can fall in love
    before you let me go
    and i crash back
    all the light
    seems further away than before
    like i always need
    someone pulling me back up
    before falling back again

    it is strange

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    mijn soort van eerste gedicht ever? it's mostly a brainfart

    [ bericht aangepast op 27 juni 2016 - 21:25 ]


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