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Jun 2014
Even sleeping hurts,
Cause my thoughts they still can't rest
And my eyes are still bright red
From all the crying,
You'd think i woke up already like this..
A mess.

And now my coffee just isn't the same  
Though i know what i'd prefer to taste..
And all these stars have lost their meaning
Cause when i lost you i stopped believing
In wishing with eyes closed just for a hopeless reason

See you just changed
Everything by changing
one small thing
But still my heart's with you
Though my hands trembling..

I need you.

I need you to stay with me
In the darkest of sky-falls,
Spend the night with me
Tell me your favourite thing 'bout life
And where you'd like to be
Please tell me there'll always be a space for me..
In your life

And then lie down but don't sleep
Tell me stars still have meaning
Make me believe in dreams
Point at shooting stars,
And close your eyes to make me see
That there's nothing more perfect than this..
Oh there'll always be a space where you fit

Cause it's coming together.. Now
Every moment with you
Is making me better, somehow
So spend another moment
With me and i'll make it
Last forever.. I'll,
Give you the world for just a kiss

And when you push me
Don't you know i'll push harder
To make this worth it?
Under the church roof
Is where you're most perfect
Though the stars might run
And coffee may spill
I promise my love won't burn out,
Cause this is real

And when i die, dare i leave..
I'd want the whole world to know
How much you mean to me..
How i still spoke your name when it hurt to breathe

You're the one that got me off those trains,
But (un)fortunately,
Love is still a beautiful pain
Ahhhh so today was special for two reasons, my real blogging comeback debut! >> http://journalofcathy.blogspot.co.uk/2014/06/recap-my-month-of-beauty.html?m=1

Andd the day i upload this.
It's very emotional and special to me,
I shed a few tears writing the last part haha.
Cathyy
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Cathyy
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