Mine egne små tekster

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  • Publiceret: 15 aug. 2011
  • Opdateret: 12 mar. 2017
  • Status: Igang
Her vil jeg skrive mine små tekster. Digte, tanker eller små historier jeg alligevel aldrig for skrevet færdige. Det er underholdende, at se, hvordan min skrivestil har forandret sig gennem de seneste 4 år.

Underligt nok, er dette, dét, jeg er mest stolt af. Måske fordi, det er skrevet med føleleser og ikke hastværk?

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174. Breath.

 

How am I able to breath?

Doesn't a dying girl deserve my breath?

Doesn't a depressed girl deserve my happiness?

Doesn't a perfect girl deserve this mess?

A sip of love,

not able to stop.

Opposite meanings,

the opposite of sealings.

With the brokenhearted girl,

in the brokenhearted world,

where every feeling is rare,

and sense isn't fair.

Touched by the life you disturb,

every argument is slurred.

Evil is valid,

and support the falling.

The weak are hunted,

but none of this was wanted.

Maybe if I gave the dying girl my breath,

only to avoid her death,

a balance is yet established,

as long as you're not only selfish.

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