nothing lasts
god knows
nothing lasts
not even god lasted
not even love lasted
not even beauty lasted
not even the ecstasy lasted
not even the drunken haze lasted
not even the dream lasted
nothing lasts
god knows
nothing lasts
not even your smile
not the warm feeling in my stomach
not the butterflies that came when I saw you
not the feeling of your hand in mine, my hand in yours
not even the memories of our feet kicking through autumn leaves
not even the taste of your kisses on those wintry nights
when we could see eachother's breath, until our lips met
then parted
not a thing
no
not a thing
not a hatred
not a jealousy
not a lie
not a betrayal
not a grief
not a pain
not a thing
not a feeling
not a thought
nothing
nothing lasts
everything passes
and yet
we cling on tight as fuck
in case we lose it
lose something
but, we lose everything - don't we?
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2 comments:
Bro.. im speechless..
You brilliantly captured that real as fuck tragedy. One of your best yet impo.
Agreed, I really enjoyed this dude.
Really like "cling on tight as fuck".
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