OF THE RAY
Gotta break, gotta break completely,
But I’m afraid of braking,
Afraid of these colours pouring out,
I’m a rogue, and I guess nobody likes me,
But even rogues want to love,
Hard to accept it starts with me.
Only then will liberty come, won’t it?
They don’t understand, my own,
I’m here chasing the shadows of reality,
Sometimes it feels like I am one too…
LDR, you want to be understood? (I think I want that too)
These poems, songs, these words are the only reminder that it was all real.
For when someone leaves,
I find it hard to believe they were once there.
Photos, music, videos, it’s never enough without your touch.