sometimes
it can be found a moment away
into the distance where a new morning
is waiting, 'cause it likes to play
this ancient game and love's the name
where it is a search into time as nothing is certain
and nothing else remains but the riscs you have to try
in comes that moment of love as it is ready for the taking
and then again sometimes it just won't come out to play
(c) JR. 2020
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vrijdag 10 juli 2020
dinsdag 14 januari 2020
One sweet day
she was the one
I had touched
she was the one
with my laugh
she was the one
that went away
it was her laugh
that didn't stay
and I knew
some sweet day
I'd hear
that laugh again
yet
years went
and passed by
something told me
I was telling myself
a lie
just
I wouldn't feel the pain
'cause I knew
I wouldn't
hear that laugh again
I still can see her smile
but all this time I knew
this laugh
it wasn't mine
so some sweet day
I decided
this laugh was not for me
to have or stay
(c) JR. 2020
I had touched
she was the one
with my laugh
she was the one
that went away
it was her laugh
that didn't stay
and I knew
some sweet day
I'd hear
that laugh again
yet
years went
and passed by
something told me
I was telling myself
a lie
just
I wouldn't feel the pain
'cause I knew
I wouldn't
hear that laugh again
I still can see her smile
but all this time I knew
this laugh
it wasn't mine
so some sweet day
I decided
this laugh was not for me
to have or stay
(c) JR. 2020
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woensdag 23 oktober 2019
An old love
she crept up on me while I was sleeping
started about what once had been, I sensed
something was wrong, I knew I had to find her
would I know if I saw her, would the years not
keep her away from me, I got up, still wondering
about her, with guestions at the back of my mind
I couldn't answer any of them, she had dropped
out of sight since a long time, her trail had run cold
there was nothing left to see, all I could do was
dig it up, at its roots she might be
I was getting near, so very close when I read this
ad in the paper and its news was bad, all it said was
I could stop digging, I could stop thinking of ever
finding her
now I've got all the answers and none of them
I like, it now is a never ending story, they take
a long time to die
(c) JR. 2019
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