And she reads all the faces
She knows what they think
And she hears what they're saying
Yet she pushes through them
Like walking through water
They separate for her
Unaffected
They know
But she knows better
Giving up
Or giving in
Would be lieing
To herself and to the world
She is strong
And knows
That every road
Worth taking
Has rocks
Their live pale
In comparison
To all that her
Young eyes have seen
She knows
And she knows it
Jesster Ketchupp
I write for the same reason I breathe, it's the only thing keeping me alive...
No comments:
Post a Comment