On Friday night she watched the sky
And laughed and smiled and hugged the boy she fell in love with.
On Friday night the world seemed impossibly small, endlessly easy
And she ran with them and felt so free,
She could have called it infinity
On Friday night she didn't think about what life really means
And she forgot that she would always see Sunday again
On Sunday night she watched the sky
And she cried and screamed and hated the boy she once loved
On Sunday night the world weighed so much
Because she knew her mother won't ever hug her again
On Sunday night she knew what life means
And she wished she'd never knew because now she didn't think she would see Monday again
Ein Gedicht, das ich für eine andere Geschichte verfasst habe. Eine Geschichte, die wohl niemand jemals lesen wird. Aber wer weiß.
DU LIEST GERADE
Oneshots und Gedanken
Short StoryOneshots und Kram, der sich so in meinem Kopf bildet. Lehnt euch zurück und lasst es auf euch wirken. Oder auch nicht. Vielleicht ist ja etwas dabei, das euch gefällt. Featuring Fanfictions, Oneshots, Gedichte, Verzweiflung und Zerstörung.
