The moment i left you my eyes started washing my face
why not, since you are not here to show my strength
since you are that part of me far away again
i'm left to face my own life alone
and i didn't even have the curage to tell you i am scared
I didn't have the right words to tell you how much i'm hurting
And how i don't even feel at home inside my own heart

Maybe i gave you currage
or you have a power source i cannot reach
but every day i watched you
you look the world right in the eyes, and tell it who you are
But when you're tired of explaining yourself, it's my shoulder your head feels save
So how could i tell you i need some of your strength
So how can i tell your save haven is an ocean drowing within itself
the salt of it's waves reaches beyond my skin, i bet even my heart tastes salty from all my tears

But when my eyes get hazy, and i don't see the world
i'll picture you
And as long as you face another day
I'll be there.
I'll be there, and help you trough

we use poems to mask our silence
and then also speak about the poems
hé Daniël, I got
another thousand views on hellopoetry
like it would matter
like we would write less, if no one would ever read us

I would, anyway
and if no one would read me anymore
I might get honest
I might start to be vulnerable
I might open up

maybe one of these days
I'll find the curage
to tell you
about your name
and what it means
to me

Captivated By A Smile

Nevert & O'jay's
this much I pray
some things don't come out that way
through fallen leaves through thick trees
days of fun in the sun surface through your room in curage to go on
restless walking and surviving
life is busy spent when your making other plans
through the trees laden with keys
in ardent weather light as a feather

each day one lives is a new lesson of course
onto cell block nine was locked up in the zone
not sense we created a home all alone
in caged barbaric circumstance
learn to take part in the dance
a miracle vested trance
long to recapture a faith with wonder
the pulling out of choices with true voices
time is where the hopes and dreams
solace in the brigade of a passing fade
captivated by a smile
still to know all the great while