When the passion is gone

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When the passion is over you thank your lucky stars
for being able to cross the wasted land for fresh water
without get a headshot from your ex beloved. There is
a road on the other side of your misery, but the trick is
to get there without bringing those sacks of bitterness.
Ravaged meadows behind you, but you breathe freely –
still alive! You say to yourself “Never more!” Know then,
once you’ve eaten the love apple your heart demands it
again. Your eyes are now enslaved headlights to catch
someone to love. And we all want to be seen and loved!

 

 

 

 

Swedish translation in summary:
Din; kärlekens lilla loppa
vill alltid upp och hoppa!
Sant!

 

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