No fear

An ocean blue for every tear I shed
A ravine, a minefield for every regret

A black hole, a gaping emptiness for every fear
We wouldn't be alive anymore, my dear

There's to much to wonder, to much to think, to much to say
Return to the dirt, to ashes, to nothing. Our path is a dead end anyway

Consumed by fear, too afraid for strife,
To still have courage, to live a life.

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  • Pompadour

    oooh proficiat met gedicht van de week!!! (H)

    5 jaar geleden

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