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Mån 12 sep 05 21:35 killen jag tycker om berättar att han inte tror på långdistans,.. dvs... jag är ensam, tom, och hopplös..


Hide in the corner

i hide in the corner away from the pain,...
listen to musik, behaving plain..

starring at the empty space, left with me.
the empty space i was born to be.

Nothing seems to help, even if i knew..
meaby how to do,..
I don\'t care, lets fuck it up,..
i might get a clue, not sittin stuck.

to have a job, thats damn luck,
you don\'t understand whitout your fucked up.

it\'s not just that it\'s everything..
i don\'t care, i\'m suffocating.
i don\'t feel, i don\'t know..
I\'m use to sit alone in my blackhole..

I don\'t care what i do, it all flew out.. whit you..
I miss it good i miss i hard, but now i\'m home all alone..
i\'m my slef, no life, no plans,.. No living chans...

Things change, or maby they don\'t,..
i might just been dreaming, then it was,..
the mightyes dream i ever lost..

Well good night, good day,..
or whatever, cous i don\'t care what so ever...




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Publicerad 2005-09-14 01:22



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  Rublev
Du skriver så det känns i hjärtat.
Jag berörs av dina smärtsamma ord.
Önskar att du snart får känna lite mer hopp och värme...

”i hide in the corner away from the pain,...”

”starring at the empty space, left with me.
the empty space i was born to be”

”I'm use to sit alone in my blackhole..”
2005-09-17
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