I count the daysA Poem by Arthur AadamsLoveless rational world.I count the days Since the last time I heard Those three warm words spoken From
lips like cherries From
eyes like plays I
count the days Since the last time I felt Love
radiating from the ground On
who I now slowly float around I
reach but don't touch I
eat but don't taste For the first time life feels like a waste This dreadening reality keeps me here For
it brings beauty But
not enough love © 2015 Arthur AadamsAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorArthur AadamsBruges, BelgiumAboutworldview: agnostic, nihilistic, buddhistic. interests: drama, love, tragedy, philosphy. hobbies: guitar, singing, drawing, writing (poems, songtexts, philosphical columns, short stories) Eng.. more..Writing
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