when the leaves are crunching beneath your feet, and the rain is pouring on your shoulders
you'll know its autumn
and when the skies are dark, but your head is high
you'll know its that time of year
where your cheeks get cold and your nose gets red
and you'll know this is where you belong
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC
i've waited
so long
for a love as strong as what we have,
so it aches
that i have to say
so long
and goodbye
to you
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 3:49 PM UTC
the sky is broken, and as it cries for someone to heal and to care for it. the screams and the teardrops takes over the cold and frigid July night. but we don't care.
we're like a puslepiece, we fit together perfectly. and as we lay in the dark, our mindset become one.
the sadness of the world does not affect us, because in here, we can soak in our selvfishness. all the pain and the agony can wait. in here, theres only love.
and its the perfect night
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 3:38 PM UTC
A love song
C
Your blue eyes
F G
And your raspberry lips
C
Your beautiful thighs
F G C
And the sweet taste of your kiss
C
Your hair
F G
Feels just like fur
C
And your existence
F G C
Makes the rest of the world a blur
Am F C
I never want to let you go
G F C
I just want to hold you ti-i-ight.
Am
In my arms
F G C
For the rest of the night
C
You're so handsome
F G
And talented too
C
And your smile
F G C
Makes it clear that it is me and you
C
Your hands
F G C
Takes care of me so well
C
And I can't help
F G C
That I'm enchanted by your spell
Am F C
I never want to let you go
G F C
I just want to hold you ti-i-ight.
Am
In my arms
F G C
For the rest of the night
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 6:00 PM UTC
Getting older is not an illusion nor is it a common fact. Adulthood doesn't come with a specific age, and childhood doesn't either.
I feel old.
I'm not.
But I feel like the blood in my veins have run for decades - and my skin have protected my flesh for about a lifetime.
My eyes have seen what there is to see, and my mouth tasted what there is to taste.
My veins have carried my blood whit everything possible
alderdom er ikke en alder
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 5:21 PM UTC
A hospital isn't a home
There's no room for emotions - and no space to cry
A hospital isn't a home
There's no hugs and kisses - and no one knows why
A hospital isn't a home
And does anyone really care
A hospital isn't a home
But I can't be anywhere but here
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 11:39 AM UTC
?
Is it worth it to smile if your teeth are crooked and is it worth it to walk if you shoes are tight?
Would you dance if there was no music and would you kiss with chapped lips?
Shall you move on if the road is ending and shall you trust if it's a lie?
Will you understand if it doesn't make sense and will you believe in my secrets?
Do you dare to take a risk and do you want to sing if your voice cracks?
Have you smiled in your dark times and have you imagined a better place?
Can you cry if your eyes are dried out and can you love with a broken heart?
?
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 2:17 PM UTC
Skønnere har *** aldrig været end nu hvor jeg ser hende gennem et rødvinsglas.
Hendes læber der leger tagfat med de smukke dråber og hendes øjne der betaget kigger ud i intetheden.
Hendes lange, slanke fingre der holder om glasset med en sådan ligegyldighed.
Det er nu i de lange dage og korte nætter jeg for første gang ser hende klart.
Det er nu hvor håret bliver lysere og kjolerne bliver kortere at jeg ser hendes ynde og elegance. Det er nu, hvor intetheden tager over mig og den tomme flaske står på bordet at jeg indser, at *** er alt hvad jeg mangler, og alt hvad jeg aldrig får.
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC
Every night I go to bed without your touch, my body withers a bit. And the more my body withers, the closer it gets to dying.
In a way my body is like a flower, but instead of depending on water and sunlight, it depends on your kisses and your touch.
My heart aces whenever I think about a life without your existence, and my stomach hurts whenever I picture my life without your rumpled blond hair and your steel blue eyes.
I do not fully understand why my whole life suddenly depends on whether you love me or not, but as said, like a flower, I need love.
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC
I need you to need me. I want you to want me. Because I need to be wanted, and I really want to be needed.
There is nothing that hurts more than feeling that I want and need you more than you want and need me.
My body is craving you touches and I never feel like your body is craving mine.
My mouth is starving for your mouth, and my hand for yours.
My body need your body, like a candle need to be lid and like a firework need to go to the sky. I too need to be sat on fire. I too need to fly.
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC