Still breathing, still living, still keeping alive. Still moving, still thinking still being, so then I must be alive. Still dreaming, still hoping of a better life. Still wanting, still longing to be safe. To feel right, to just be.
Longing for a melting smile, for the hug I’ll never get. The strong arms which will never hold me, the grey eyes which will never see me. The hug I’ll never get. I miss you, my dear. You who don’t know me, you who never will know me. The you who might become a friend, maybe if I learn how. The you, whom my mind is following day and night. I miss you my dear. Miss you more than you will ever know.
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Det er bare å ikke gi opp håpet.
Livet er ofte slemt, men ikke alltid, og når det har vært slemt lenge kan det ofte bli veldigveldig snilt.
Om han lurifaksen din bare visste hvor bortskjemt han egentlig er burde han bli monsterglad. :]