do we need strength,
to stay in love?
do I have to
fight all alone?
do I need to
remember our history?
do you have to
keep your eyes on me?
do we have to
change what we could see?
do we have that
love that would
secretly speak?
and wait till
my eyes become weak?
till I go drowning with tears?
like the combination
of oceans or seas?
like a damaged car
without wheels?
like the safest home
but with no keys?
tell me how can I stay sick like that?
tell me how long
I stay taking a break?
I don't want it to be for weeks,
welcome to my hugs,
the ones with broken arms,
it would only touch love again,
when you believe
we did no sins,
when you believe
were all humans,
in love there's no pride queens & kings,
there's freedom birds, and good wills.
-ClaryElvis
YOU ARE READING
the nowhere of believers.
PoetryThis book speaks to people who suffered from the lovely little things, The little things that may slowly destroy us, wether it's before, now, or after. And keep us numb, instead of ignoring all the strength we could have inside. to people w...
