December
April 2009
Kommer bara lägga upp dikter på bdb framöver. Ser ingen annan anledning varför jag skulle vilja ladda upp något annat.
These words mean nothing. What am i worth to them. Lonely symbols stuck on the page. What did you ever mean to say. Left by the floor on a Monday afternoon. i was notious by the fact of fear. it hear
Stop preaching your love. its abominal. Its not your heart. It will never belong to you. it is not your fate. it never will be. he only wants your flesh to be pressed hard agaisnt his. its now your ad
im sorry for the injection of love. it was deadly and mostly futile. Still i dont understand why you still try desperatly to grasp your life as if it was yours to take it is beyond your reach and wont
Freeze your self in time. It has nothing to do with your aspect of life. Such as the true shape of the moon or the bright black road. Becuase its in this moment you want be kept. to live life like thi
I know that it seems stupid, I keep playing the recordings in my head. That special feeling that i achieved from your false love is as heavy as lead. Somtimes i read the letters you sent to me long ag
you try to draw your future through the scratches in the wood. all those city you have left behind with your lovers and things you should and would...do. with no sorrow or regret you would just vanish
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