The sky
is a flawless pink
stretched upon a soft canvas
it might absorb you
in its creeping breath.
The dangers in this world;
comes free to all
but our hearts are at stake the most
for our fragile flesh
bleeds and conforms.
stretched upon a soft canvas
it might absorb you
in its creeping breath.
The dangers in this world;
comes free to all
but our hearts are at stake the most
for our fragile flesh
bleeds and conforms.
As held
by clutching hands
we leap to fall
aiming for the sunset
only to crash and burn.
The end of the world
is either a term of freedom or pain
for what is the world?
the world in which I physically linger
or the world stretched across my eyelids?
we leap to fall
aiming for the sunset
only to crash and burn.
The end of the world
is either a term of freedom or pain
for what is the world?
the world in which I physically linger
or the world stretched across my eyelids?
VIRKELIG GODT - din rytme i dette digt smelter bare på tungen. Og så kan jeg faktisk ret godt lide, at det kun består af 2 strofer!
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