Rembrance av Brier

Fant et nydelig dikt jeg ville dele^^ Litt trist også, men syns det var sterkt for meg akkurat nå..


She remembers it all,

All the people who had said

They cared, but did they really?

 

She remembers it all,

The sound of laughter and

How happy she’d been, but was she really?

 

She remembers it all,

His arms around her and

He said «I love you,» but did he really?

 

She remembers it all,

The pain she’d felt when he left,

How her heart ached, but was it really?

 

She remembers it all,

The feeling of being so alone,

The feeling no one cared, but did they really?

 

But now they’ll remember her,

Staring at the knife in her hand

How easy to slit her wrists, but will she really?

D-E-A-T-H

Death is a beginning

Eternity awaits

Angel of th dark

Trying to kill you

Hell welcomes you home

 

 

Cpyright Kirsten Jakobsen

The Moon

The moon..

Broken and in half.

It will be full again,

Only to be broken in half.

Again, again and again.

In circles it goes.

Full, half, broken, in pieces

Again, again and again.

That’s it purpose.

It will never die,

just be full to be broken.

Again, again and again

 

 

Copyright Kirsten Jakobsen