Tears » poetry by Anne Sofie Zaar

XXI

Arent it about fighting?

Arent it about Living?

Arent it about dying?

Then tell me, tell me what is life about?

Its sure as hell not love

Don't say that, i won't believe you.

But maybe your right?

I don't know, my vision is not bright.

Flowers and happy days is a trance, not a real life experience.

Now i don't know what to think?

You've fucked up my mind

I'm overthinking this every night.

Made me believe something happy called love is what i need

It turns out, that what i need

Is time to breathe.

Of course i want love!

But right now its so dark

Love is not even light enough.