Ein Gedicht: „Wasted life“

Tons of life are floating down the rivers,
I’m in this together now,
she was all that you’ve got,
now that she’s gone,
don’t you shiver?

Don’t you feel the pain all around you?
I feel the pills throwing your body down,
Why can’t you make it through?

The beauty of life could be anywhere,
it could even happen to the ones
which just pray and swear.
So open your eyes now,
open your eyes.
It is her life,
so stop painting black her future skies.

I don’t know you, but I’m going down,
we are with you,
but you are not around.
Your soul is aching,
by doesn’t make a sound.

I’m crying for you,
don’t you understand,
that her reality shouldn’t be
a broken promiseland.

The beauty of life could be anywhere,
it could even happen to the ones
which just stop and stare.
So open your eyes now,
open your eyes.
It is her life,
so stop painting black her future skies.

You won’t ever remember me,
but I know now,
that hell could be a place on earth to be.
Why don’t you take your lifetime
for breaking free?

The darkness of life could be anywhere,
it could even happen to the ones
which just hide and be aware.
So close your eyes now,
close your eyes.
It was her life,
and you wasted it to your selfish lies.

 

©Nicole Inez

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