Indecisive
Whenever your heart beats,
like there is nothing left,
There is the moment of truth,
Never to realize before or after,
thus the heart expresses its denial or acceptance,
Black and white circle around forever,
All caught in the swirl of existence of old,
despair and happiness alike,
share their bonds of fate,
to forever oppose.
In that you find inspiration,
One is never the other,
the other is never the one,
yet both stand out,
for at certain fates,
both end up switching places,
carving traces, of things not seen before.
like there is nothing left,
There is the moment of truth,
Never to realize before or after,
thus the heart expresses its denial or acceptance,
Black and white circle around forever,
All caught in the swirl of existence of old,
despair and happiness alike,
share their bonds of fate,
to forever oppose.
In that you find inspiration,
One is never the other,
the other is never the one,
yet both stand out,
for at certain fates,
both end up switching places,
carving traces, of things not seen before.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| slaaf Jacob: | Maandag, december 07, 2020 19:48 |
| Nice good one Sniperium the two sides. Greetings and luck Jacob. | |
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| Auteur: sniperium | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 06 december 2020 | ||
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