Memories, you said. That’s why it won’t work – because of goddamn memories. It’s not the memories that won’t make it work it’s the action of forming new ones which i won’t let myself i don’t want any new stories with you i want the last chapter i want to close this book i’ve grown …
Kategorie: Lyrik
Welcoming wind
Be patient they say you don’t know what might happen don’t enjoy yourself and your current life too much as there will be a time when things fall apart. But isn’t that the beauty of life?
May my big heart be my burden
He left me because i was too much because my heart is too big for his hands to carry and he can’t help but long for the role of the carrier