To breathe the air,
You push out of your way when you move,
deepest pleasure.
The winds inside,
A Storm.
To see your eyes happy
indescribable treasure,
If only my own eyes could withstand
whats rong.
To live thinking we have
‘happy ever after’
A fantasy too heavy,
To ever hold smiles or laughter.
I had my finger in the dike for so long,
That my song has been sung
and my dizzy head’s swum.
Now I’m empty,
but for beautifull,
and painfull memories
A vesle in which,
almost all hope is gone.
I’ll just wait for the day,
when waking up doesn’t feel like disaster,
Cos beside me I can’t feel your warmth.
Eight months down the line,
That day’s yet to come.
But my hope, what little’s left,
is the light,
its my charm.
Im so happy to have moved on from that place. Now Im stressed about the right kinda things. 🙂