Dear Angel,
Sometimes when I'm on my own, I think, that what I really want, are the things we almost had, the things I imagined, our story in my head. But then again I see you smile and I know, they aren't, they never were. All that really mattered was you smiling, laughing, living, being happy. All that ever mattered was you, not a realationship, or a friendship, just you.
DU LIEST GERADE
Flügel der Nacht
PoesiaMeine Nächte sind bunter und grauer zugleich. Ich wünscht' nur, meine Träume wären sanft, weich, Doch stattdessen dringen Gedanken in mein Reich, Verderben und heilen die Freude, den Mut - abwechslungsreich, sterben und weilen an der Poesie Teich, L...
