MischaLecter

Poetry
2002-05-20 04:00:27 (UTC)

Hopelessly Real

You can't stop the winds flow
Through the spring leaves
Swaying in the sunlight
This is what I'd feel if you would let me leave
Here, in front of me, vision impaired

Raindrops of hideous burgendy
Falling
Why should I be comfortable
Satisfied
The routine has led me here
Blinded, I hate the trees, I hate beauty

I love this negative harbour
As long as I hate myself
So the long-run is here
If I face it alone
I'd better get to know my mate

As the raindrops are drying
The Forest confuses me.
Love.
Real.




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