TRULY YOURS

You need peace, a break from life. All you ever did was give the violence many chances, flutter the hatred, hide the love under your leather shoes. Ashamed of love. Preacher by kicks & slaps behind closed doors. Not in my deepest thoughts, bare hands, a red face in anger, wet eyes. You hurt me…

STRIVE

I’m not scared of death Living is far more difficult than sleeping in peace forever.