relatief
wat doe je, wanneer je imperfectie tot perfectie hebt gefantaseerd?
En je eindelijk snapt,
dat alles relatief is,
wanneer je het vanuit een ander perspectief bekijkt.
October sun, too bright to see,
I'll turn my back to it's warming seas.
For the grass was just a field of grey,
now it's greener than a summer's day.
And when you seem as dark as night,
I take a look at this amazing sight.
Oh dreadful ache, too much to feel,
feels as if it isn't real.
And the blossom trees were once in bloom,
and so were you, my dying groom.
But I will fight for you my hopeless adore,
just as long as it's worth fighting for.
hoikbenleo, vrouw, 33 jaar
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