Du sa mer i tystnad än i orden
Du gav ett namn åt längtan
Inget håller dig bunden
Det var mer än vad jag nånsin gjorde
Tog det första steget, jag förstår det
Man kunde visst ändå,
I rädsla finna modet
Det var mer än vad jag nånsin gjorde
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
I was drawn back
but only for a little while
I saw your eyes
but only for a second in time
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC
Jag drogs tillbaka
men bara för en kort stund
Jag såg dina ögon
men bara för en sekund
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 3:10 PM UTC
Solskenet verkar
bara stanna för en dag
Värmen drar sig snabbt tillbaka
och ger plats åt en välbekant kyla
Som har satt sina spår
under alla dessa år
På väg mot nya skyar
Ändå samma blåa färg
Jag bosätter mig här
och ger plats åt samma gamla tankar
Som har satt sina spår
under alla dessa år
Regnmolnen verkar
favorisera mitt hem
Jag skulle aldrig nånsin kommit hit
men det fanns plats åt samma gråa skurar
Som har satt sina spår
under alla dessa år
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC
Vårvind, kom in
Kylan har tröttat mig och allt står still
Vårvind, när jag var din
betydde kylan ingenting
Så starkt, hjärtat mitt var
Vårvind, vart blir minnen av?
Kylan är ännu kvar
Vårvind viner stillsamt in
Kylan besitter mitt skinn
Så starkt, hjärtat mitt en gång var
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 5:36 PM UTC
Fast-moving shadows dance across the bridge
while the stars light fires in the night
Slowly I limp after with grit in my shoe
You won't think of me now, will you?
The night gradually grows ever so cold
and the shadows scene is so serene
Watching their dance I feel much too old
When did our lives become this obscene?
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
Strö nu fröna uti mark
Väx upp trädet, mitt
och giv mig frukt
Låt ingen stoppa dig nu
Ut på grenen, bygg ditt hus
Ta en dag i taget,
vi kommer att se ljus
Låt ingen stoppa dig nu
Kom, vi går hem tillslut
Där kan vi leva fritt,
allt mitt är ditt
Men låt lingen stoppa dig nu
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 3:49 PM UTC
Spring breeze, come in
I've grown tired of the cold and this standstill
Spring breeze, when I was yours
The cold didn't mean a thing
So strong my heart was
Spring breeze, where will memories go
when the cold winds still blow?
Spring breeze, I will let you in
Though, the cold still possess' my skin
So strong my heart, once was
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 3:38 PM UTC
I can't say I expected anything more or less
but through empty promises constantly bombarding my brain
and false hopes repeating over and over in vain
as if there really was something to gain
I guess I did at least expect something else
The shame of who I became, like a disgusting parasite residing deep within the chambers of my heart
ripping, gnawing and doing everything in it's power to tear it apart
so it can be set free, overwhelm my being and eventually inhabit every part of me.
In my feeble attempts of drowning it with liquor or choking it with poisonous gas,
it grows ten times stronger and comes back to bite me in the ***
So instead I'll drown myself in poetry and sad songs
in search of some sort of understanding or meaning to what I see in myself as wrong.
I believe we all have the power to change and I did change once but I can't say for how long.
It all got lost somwhere between drunken adventures,
consequential head-exploding hangovers and exhausting-everyday-back-pains.
So I'll look forward to when I can look back and remember these times
and feel proud that I made it out intact
I've told myself a million times; You can make it
but right now
I don't know how
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 10:18 AM UTC
I've never felt as fragile as I do in this very moment.
The pillars that make up the foundation of my being has been thoroughly broken.
Reminders of our days haunt my every step
and it's been so long since I've seen your face and I guess
I was naive to think I'd forget.
Your love was so intense it burned my heart
and left a hole that has shown to be difficult to fill.
Not by the cheap thrill of a one-night stand
nor the sweet intoxication of countless bottles and cans.
It can't be filled by even half a percentage when writing a poem or a song,
though, all I sing and write of is you,
of the days we shared I wish would have lasted for just a little longer
than the days without you would.
For every second I shared with you was a second I cherished.
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 5:46 PM UTC