What does she mean? Or should I say what she means to me? How to explain, she ... ...she is the only thing I would wake up for the morning or for which I would breathe. But why is she, why is she playing with my heart and walking through my thoughts, shaking it? And why do I let her do these things? Do I really not like it or like it too much? Am I just a toy for her, a toy like a mouse for the cat, catches him and lets him go and then runs him. She likes to make me glad she is next to me and then to suffer from the loneliness she leaves behind her. Silence when he says nothing seems like eternity, but when he starts to talk ... the night is not so dark or snow so cold. When it's with me neither the heat nor the rain does not bother me anymore.Is that so?or I'm just me .... mewithout her, thinking of myself if it is true.
