Enda ett av diktene mine. Dette er meget nytt og illustrerer på et vis stjernetegnet mitt, fiskenes konstante skiftende følelser og meninger. Dette diktet er som de fleste andre av mine dedikert til personer, men dedikasjonen får legges frem senere. Tiden er ikke rett for det nå. (:

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All of what is me,

Splinted into pieces of two.

What should I really do?

What is my way?

Who’s the right light,

In my cave of life?

Love isn’t all,

But without all is war.

All of what is me,

Painted onto a board.

Nothing in my life

Should be named love.

But maybe in the summers glow.

Some say hearts can be broken,

Splinted into pieces of two.

I don’t believe so,

And I’ll never do.

Even if it might have happened,

Right now, Right here.

I’ll never believe.

Hearts can’t break into pieces of two.

What should I really do?

Who is the right one?

I hate this heart now.

It broke into two,

When it shouldn’t do..

It can’t do.

What is my way?

Where does it go?

What is my future,

where lies the road?

Maybe there is no road,

Just an end.

I guess my cave

Never will light up:

- Never a little sparkle,

Ether that or I have no life,

No future.

Because hearts don’t split into pieces of two.