They say time heals all wounds,
but that’s the biggest lie.
Imagine if that was true,
nobody would ever die.
So some wounds are too great to heal,
too deep to close.
My heart has sustained such a wound,
it has been pierced by a rose.
You were that rose to me,
in the darkness you were my light.
But you have left me alone in the dark,
with shadows and nightmares to fight.
My voice is barely a whisper,
from screaming my frustrations at the skies.
You told me we would be together forever,
was it all just lies?
I don’t believe you lied to me,
I can’t even be bitter or hateful.
I had the time of my life with you,
and truly I am grateful.
But we don’t talk anymore now,
this was your choice.
The pain is overwhelming,
my god how I miss your voice.
Never knew pain like this existed,
it’s too much for one alone to cope.
Finally I see things clearly now,
my future is not with you but at the end of a rope.
Skrevet d.
12. marts 2009, 16:49
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Jeg sendte mit hjerte
i kuvertsmå portioner
overfrankerede
fordi der stod så meget
mellem linierne
Liniemellemrummene
sårbare og ubeskyttede
usynlige åbninger i mit sind
Hvad gjorde du med dem?
Jeg mener:
At dit sind og din sjæl er blevet rørt
er meningen med livet
Jeg ønsker for dig at opleve:
Pakket ind i stjålent plastik og et enkelt tæppe - at sove ind med en arm der ikke er alene og vågne kold ,våd og lykkelig og se ud over det Vesterhav hvor solnedgangen var samtidig med din lykke over at være.
At sidde på en bjergknude nord for Abisko kl. 24.00 og nyde solen mens du kan ligge din arm om en anden end dig selv. ( Det var min datter - men oplevelsen ønsker jeg dig)
Jeg kunne skrive mange flere øjeblikke og jeg er gammel - men uanset hvor vi er i vores liv så ligger de mest dejlige oplevelser foran os - hvis vi vil og tør møde dem.
Så: Kiss my ass - end the rope - life is a wonder for us all.
Allan