*thinking* iàm frome norway and i don`t write english god but iàm trying.
this is not a poet,but a beginning off my text on a song Iàm going to sing in my studio.
The last line was long to read.
With every word, another feeling dies.
I'm left here in the dark.
here in the dark i know my self.
memories of you,stuck in my head.
as i close my eays i keep se you`re sweet smile.
keep thinking why cant we make it god somehow.
but now it`s to late..
iàm gone.
gone whit the wind.
just spreth my wings and fly,fly away.
no more you and me.
i had a dream,but no it`s over.
it`s nothing left here for me to stay.
it`s making me insane.
when i loose myself i think of you.
i hear you`re name, i don`t know why.
all i know is that il`v be running somewhere new.
some plase i can go to be free. to find peace.
as i close my eays i feel my body is cold.
cold like ice.
i wanne let it go.
i hear you keep saying to me "come back to bed darling"
i wanne forget how it feel`s.
i can`t hold on to this pine,let me go.
i forgive you darling,just let go of me.
it`s just like extasy,coming and going.
sleeping,dreaming and to wake up agein.
this pine is just too real.
i guess i was not Good Enough.
so i take my last breath as iàm trying to write the last line to you.
i completly lost my self.
it`s to late.
i just wont wake agein.
godnight my darling.
please forgive me,i want be home agein.
i know what you did to yourself. i breath deep and cry.
now nothing can hurt you.
i breath no moore.
Poetry by ck
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Written on 2009-02-03 at 03:05
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this is not a poet,but a beginning off my text on a song Iàm going to sing in my studio.
to late
I hold your letter in my frozen handThe last line was long to read.
With every word, another feeling dies.
I'm left here in the dark.
here in the dark i know my self.
memories of you,stuck in my head.
as i close my eays i keep se you`re sweet smile.
keep thinking why cant we make it god somehow.
but now it`s to late..
iàm gone.
gone whit the wind.
just spreth my wings and fly,fly away.
no more you and me.
i had a dream,but no it`s over.
it`s nothing left here for me to stay.
it`s making me insane.
when i loose myself i think of you.
i hear you`re name, i don`t know why.
all i know is that il`v be running somewhere new.
some plase i can go to be free. to find peace.
as i close my eays i feel my body is cold.
cold like ice.
i wanne let it go.
i hear you keep saying to me "come back to bed darling"
i wanne forget how it feel`s.
i can`t hold on to this pine,let me go.
i forgive you darling,just let go of me.
it`s just like extasy,coming and going.
sleeping,dreaming and to wake up agein.
this pine is just too real.
i guess i was not Good Enough.
so i take my last breath as iàm trying to write the last line to you.
i completly lost my self.
it`s to late.
i just wont wake agein.
godnight my darling.
please forgive me,i want be home agein.
i know what you did to yourself. i breath deep and cry.
now nothing can hurt you.
i breath no moore.
Poetry by ck
Read 476 times
Written on 2009-02-03 at 03:05
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