it's 4/20 for a whole month
nice.

writing is easier than reading
because you out your own feelings
and don't feel someone else's

but right now
i'm too tired for both
i'm not even sorry

I'm bored
                  and lost

you were supposed to be my safe haven
but you were the wave that hit

i'm tired

                   too tired to say anything about it


so i guess i love you
and i guess i'm fine

[poem]

i miss you
                     ...
                            although you weren't really mine

the               takes
       wind               feelings
                                              but       ­                                                  m e
                                                      i        ­       it                 take
                                                           wish        would

Let's live in a little cottage
Just at the edge of the woods
and have a pretty life
without anyone around

or in the centre of the city,
an appartment, if you prefer'
where we can fill the world with music
and with our friends real close about

or we can live a normal life
in a regular house in town
where we'd re-decorate every week
and have a spot, just of our own

we could watch the stars all night
and wake up feeling cold and blue
but clichés won't really matter then
because I'll spend my life with you