road back
My Words feel and taste empty and hollow like they just float there boring and shallow I like what I see My eyes follow you desire, drowning in the sea I touch empty space hate for myself becuase I know; I’ve lost my former grace the road back seems to be hard and long the [...]
It’s about sex
It’s all about this it’s all about the thought and the touch about my fingers in your hair my hands on your body it’s about the thought of having you and giving myself to your will one moment in time it will last for hours in life our clothes on the floor minds and bodys [...]
silly poem
This day may stay longer then it should My hands are cold and I feel sadness, it feels like fall nothing may be what wish but i do know this: True Love. lives in me.
Morgon-dikt-typ-sak
Nybakat bröd som var nytt för tre dagar sedan. Huvudvärk. Saknar något materialistiskt. Känner mig arg, irriterad och bitter. Tar ut det på Noah. Hans ögon tittar trotsigt tillbaka och jag avskyr mig själv, om möjligt, ännu mer. Jag är inte bra på det här. Jag har svårt för att sätta mina känslor i perspektiv. [...]
about love
I was gonna write about love, but I think I don’t know enough about it I have been in love. I have had my heart broken, more then once. I’ve been told that I, in my turn, have broken hearts. And I wish not to think about it. I’ve been someones first love. And I’ve [...]
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