The roundness of its neverending circle of light,
the harshness of the neon orange glow,
the colour it brings to our colourless lifes,
the disapointment it illuminates on a daily basis.
Tomorow will come and a lightless but truthful world will fall apart
our loveless life will crash to make waay for the lies light brings
and she will stand there
and I will forget all the 'views' I have just displaced
Winter was the most honest time until I was lost.
The rest of the world is crumbling and im 'HAPPY' for the first time
apauled by my apparant bliss I look again at the face and im falling
once again from MY life, the one I beleive in.
You may give me strenth, but my concepts sink
and my ideas are on the brink
I look alive and finally say
the light brings lies, 'I love your eyes! ! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this one Mr Archer. Keep up the good work