Obsidian
If only you,
medusa of the skies,
the words would tempt,
of half truths and lies,
worlds turn around,
As all of us see,
the difference between
you and me
Light still shines,
on all of us,
surviving lies,
and money all the same,
If only I could tell,
My heart to stop dreaming,
bleeding,
hoping,
Love as the illusion,
we might call heaven or hell,
medusa of the skies,
the words would tempt,
of half truths and lies,
worlds turn around,
As all of us see,
the difference between
you and me
Light still shines,
on all of us,
surviving lies,
and money all the same,
If only I could tell,
My heart to stop dreaming,
bleeding,
hoping,
Love as the illusion,
we might call heaven or hell,
Reacties op dit gedicht
| september: | Dinsdag, december 01, 2020 15:41 |
| Mooi. De titel sprak me aan. Obsidiaan? Het gedicht is prachtig. Vriendelijke groet. | |
| slaaf Jacob: | Dinsdag, december 01, 2020 00:43 |
| Spirits can make hell and or heaven in us. Greetings and luck Jacob. | |
| Pascal Janssen: | Maandag, november 30, 2020 22:35 |
| Love will concur in the end. But with whom or when, that's a path we'll have to walk and decide along the way... | |
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| Auteur: sniperium | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 30 november 2020 | ||
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