I once was a strong believer
In things we never knew.
Something once told me,
Those things would never come true.
After all has passed me by,
I still live in the lie,
That people have the same light,
Buried deep inside.
I was compared to little Alice,
Who never knew what was,
And even now sometimes I think,
I do, but almost always, doesn't.
In the land of Alice.
We find many things of not.
Why do I think like this?
No others seem to stop.
You all seem to have it down,
You firmly stand in front.
Me and Alice will wander I guess,
In the land filled with hearts.
DU LIEST GERADE
Shattered Phases
PoesiePoetry is expression of self. Your internalized emotions thrown vigorously onto a blank canvas scattered into tiny well written (and shall I say worth it) sentences which make up beautiful poems. That is what this book is filled with. Poetry. There...
