Ain't it funny how
I used to burn
Used to be alive
While everything seemed out of control?
My Head, my room, every situation I was in
a mess but a beautiful one
And
Ain't it funny how
Now
While everything seems to be clean and sober
Just how I am
In this so tidy room
So full of space
Everything's
so out of life
DU LIEST GERADE
Mitternachtspoesie.
Romance,,The truth is like poetry. Most people hate poetry." Flausen in Wörtern. Kontextlose Szenarien oder Dialoge. Kurzgeschichten und Ziemlichkurzgeschichten. Findet euch in meinen Schreibereien wieder.
