A love-cliché
Lifted up by wisdomdragged away by fear.
Shivering from insight
that you'll never be there.
A journey through experience
is what creates a man.
The distances between us
will end what I began.
The passage of existens
is pointless without you.
Life's full of deception
but my love, it is true.
My mind is full of chaos
numbing me with pain.
Standing on your frontlawn
waiting in the rain.
The blues has left me weakened
there's no reason to stall.
With my last shed of blood
I'll write your name upon the wall.
Poetry by tobias wedin
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Written on 2009-03-04 at 16:24
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