Strange, some may say
Who knew it all along
Beautiful disaster, lost
In the water that falls from above

Decipher my riddles
I ask of you
I question my future
My spirit bleeds blue

Like water that’s not frozen
You feel inside my heart
Its yearning for reason
It’s broken us apart

Rattle my nerves
Tortured me senseless  
Vulnerable little voice
As reality captures a wish

Strange, I’m thinking now

Maybe I’ll come another day

Unravelling my conquest

I don’t even know what to say


~ J. Lefever ~



A little lost, running in circles…. you find me today..


©Think. Speak. Tryst. Publication



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