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Marte Lindholm Feb 2017
The winter is over
The snow gradually melts
Just as my sadness
It finally disappears

The spring is close
It is a new, fresh start
And then I met you
Life smiles at me

The summer was hot
Just like you and me
Sunny days, a lot of fun
Late nights as well

The fall is here
And I fall
You are dying
Fading away

The winter is back
Cold and harsh
I miss you so much
But you will never come back...
Marte Lindholm Jan 2017
In the sunrise you said you loved
All the songs that I'd sing
That it was nothing like
You had ever heard before

When the sun was high, I said
"I love you with all of my heart "
And you said the same back
It seemed like the sun always would shine

But then the sunset came
You asked for another song
A song I really couldn't sing
Oh lord, I got it all wrong, and...

...Those were the last days of us
//Inspired by the song Beautiful Birds by Passenger & Birdy
Marte Lindholm Dec 2017
Always respect yourself
Remember who you are
And what you stand for
Because when love suddenly
Settles down in your heart
It makes you blind and weak
Don't lose yourself girl
If he treats you bad
Make no excuses for him
You can do better
You deserve better!
I know it is hard, I really do
And it is strange how
It's not before 2 am these thoughts
Finally appear in your head
But when they do
Please remember to say
"Listen now girl
You deserve better"
Marte Lindholm Nov 2016
Listening to loud music all the time

Nightmares every time you close your eyes

Talking even though no one is listening

Screaming without making a sound

Fake a smile, pretend to laugh

Slowly dying inside

Reaching a hand out for help

A hand full of scars, visible or not

Pushing your friends and family away

And befriend your inner demons instead
Marte Lindholm Nov 2016
For the very first time
She smiled to the world
After decades of winters
She saw the sun
And she smiled
She smiled
Finally
Marte Lindholm Oct 2016
A blank canvas
Ready for color
With some paint
and a brush
After hours and hours
She transformed it
to art

A clean face
Ready for make-up
With some mascara
and a lipstick
After hours and hours
She made herself
pretty

With her make-up on
she said to the artist
"You're wasting your time
with all of your paintings"
Then the artist said
to her pretty, little friend
"Tell me darling,
what is really the
difference between
you and me?"
Marte Lindholm Oct 2016
She was so tired
of all the expectations
so when he stood there
with his hand reached out
she saw no other way to go.

She breathed in deeply
reached her hand out
without knowing that
what seemed like a way out
was her last breath in life.
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