(dit is nog maar een kladversie, net geschreven, ik zal het zsm helemaal afmaken en het hier compleet opzetten)
Apparently
A broken poetry floating through the outskirts of my mind
Seems like there are so many peaces left behind
But there are still a few I can’t seem to find
You took them with you, with me in the corner of your eye
Apparently I’m nothing to you anymore
As you broke them one by one, each on the floor
Guess I’m just someone waiting for you to open the door
But I’ll be waiting until tomorrow comes
All these rushes of joy that follow me
As I runaway as far as the distance may take me
Keep your memories, keep your broken peaces of the poetry
Don’t hold back because of me