It's so fucking beautiful, I wanna believe.
I wanna believe every single thing you said to me.
Because every single thing you said to me was hopefully meant to be.
But fear and insecurity is waiting for me in dark corners.
Telling me I'm still one of these loners.
Then you came and light out these dark corners with words you spoke.
So that's what I thought, I wanna hope.
It's so fucking beautiful, I wanna believe.
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.
