spring will return
so will winter
so will the shouting
so will the whisper
oh, how I hate
"everything will be fine"
but integrated inside
it ages like fine wine
such a simple saying
so used and misunderstood
it usually takes time
until you also are hooked
hooked with the illusion
nothing matters to time
that science satisfies
but means the same as shrines
every wound will heal
every scar will vanish
even if you aren't alive by then
fulfilled will be your wish
every single one
I dare to guarantee
hate for the pretty
love for the ugly
time will solve all
so do not cry
my little ghost
you'll be allowed to die
YOU ARE READING
Talking heart
PoetryTransferring my thoughts in form of poetry. To understand myself, probably, maybe.
