Sonnet #3
Har fastnat lite för det här med sonetter à la Shakespeare...
It all feels gray to me
No colors, shades of verve
All fallen in obscurity
Because it’s not deserved
If living means to see the sun
To live outside one’s head
If living is to always run
Then sure, I must be dead
I just can’t seem to feel
A happiness inside
Nothing here is real
Nothing here is right
And on my way I lost it, the art to be alive
Somehow it was forgotten, and I did not survive
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Postat av: Lisa ^^
Den sonetten är så fin :) Den får mig faktiskt att tänka på New Moon...
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