How hard can it be,
picking up where we left
and how hard can it be,
to erase the last few months?
To pretend that we're all just fine and we're not hanging by a thread...
Could you forget the plans that we had, the joy that it brought,
the tears that we shed?
Let's,
Start,
Over.
A brand new begin, let us forget all the pain that we're in.
Would anyone fall for it, buy it all?
Who would believe in such a pourly deceive?
We will never erase what once had a place and what could have been. we might never even be the same...
JE LEEST
Come what may
Poetryain't it wonderful how we hold on to life by simply finding something worth living for? and even stranger it is that it might be that in that very specific search for happiness that we end up finding something completely different...
