måndag 16 maj 2011

You

You

The excuse I've been looking for
the need I have for more

A seed that needs to sprout
my personal black-out, You

A sentence without meaning
so sweet but so demeaning

The sinner without sins,
the only one who wins,

You

1 kommentar:

  1. ibland kanske man känner sig mer dömd än vad man är...nojja?

    så hård, din dikt, som granit, samvetslös. älskar det du skriver!

    SvaraRadera