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Sitting around, watching as the candles melting.
thinking it all over
one more time

you are slipping away again,
arent you?

feels like I'm going too
but I won't follow

I've done that, once too much
maybe even more than twice

if you're counting

years of thoughts, words and of touch
is flashing by
in time, and through my mind

sometimes it feelt like you still were here
we still belonged

I turned, and you were gone

along with anger, alot of it
and a little bit of fear

I keept on walking,
but never to far away

slowly but sure
also my mind games where put out

didn't care too much for anyone.

at least that's wha't I whould keep on saying
that's wha't I wanted to belive.

instead I'd started to misstrust everything and every sight of life
who came a bit to near my close up point of view

wouldnt't for my life confess,
that I actually missed you

Here you are again.
here we are
even if the "we" more looks like me aad my ghosts

Too afraid to forgive
too complicated to ask
too numb to have the guts
still a bit too mad

somewhere, you will always be my giggling little shrimp
but its where it will stay
this time, I'll write an ending of my own

it might be right here,
but also
it may not...

Annons

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November 2011