To love is to hurt,
To feel you deeply like an aching under the skin.
To keep you is to forgive,
To accept that it takes two to play this twisted game we're in.
Tonight we found out how fragile we are.
Tonight we reached for all the flaws in the stars.
Blaming eachother for all that's been done.
Little flares burned out to be forever gone.
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...
