Direktlänk till inlägg 7 december 2011
The tender way we use to kiss, had hoped for something more than this. Been in my bed, in the dark, alone. With a heart so cold, you'd mistake it for a stone. For every dream I have about you, every moment becomes less and less true. Pick yourself up, this is nowhere to be. This is not the usual me. But if you fall, I fall. And with us it will always forever or not at all. Memories, thoughts, dreams and tears. They have all been my biggest fears. So get a grip, don't lose this fight. I can't take another sleepless night. The tender way we use to kiss, how did we end up like this..
Och då pratar jag inte om hantlarnas vikter. Under några veckor har jag haft en sån extrem hemma och mamma-längtan att jag börjat undra vad jag gör här nere egentligen. Att vara ifrån sin andra hälft och bara ses några gånger om året efter att ha bot...
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