son of st jacobs

*steda steda steda*
duktig_schej_91 (y)
hittade en dikt som jag skrev a long time ago

our lifes are rocking
but so is the ground
we're torn and broke down
and nowhere to be found
we're moving in circles
we seem to be lost
but we choose to be free
and this is the cost
our eyes are blinded
by the sun up above
we wonder in silence
will we ever find love?
forever is just a word
but it always makes me cry
standing out in the pouring rain
at the top of our lungs, screaming why?
no need to worry
it's just something we do
but i'll never be free
cause all of my thoughts are about you

det är fint att hitta små delar av sig själv
bevarade på en bit papper, i ett foto eller på en skakig film
jag älskar det