I still hear my restless rowdy ramblings
The luminous lamp's light over us
No heart breaks,hubris or hindrance
Just an innocent inane imbecile

Our school was a scared site
Where my friends would flaunt and fight
When worries were bereft
And dreams were daft

I am not a joyful juvenile joking around
When will those desirable days dawn

a simple memory, so fragile & could be forgotten
it seems so long ago that we were there,
riding bikes in the dusty air of summertime,
along the empty streets, & once in a while
the dogs would bark as we passed,
angry to be awoken from their summertime slumber.

lying on top of so much history, so many stories,
buried forever in the tall grass & sunflowers
that waved in the breeze as we passed.
you're still there, aren't you?
waiting, watching for me to return, &
for me to remember who I am.

sunset, lighting up the whole world
those sunflowers glowing crimson & gold,
and in the last moments before the sun disappeared,
they hold on to a moment of time,
a reminder of those summer days.


in the middle of a town where people rush around day & night,
in the middle of all those modern buildings, modern people, modern world
you still wait for me to remember; in all the golden splendor,
in the simple fragility of your untouched world,
you wait for us to remember those summer days
that are now only memories, faded and almost forgotten.

Wait for me. I'll come back.

I've got more scars than memories
but they heal just the same
I've walked too far without looking back
to find my way home again

Could you spare my blood?

Etheral lust scattered all around us like dust
Couldn't bare to keep my eyes open so I must
Tell my tale the way it was intended
The way I let my soul dependent
On you

The needle dances
across my skin,
again.
Writing memories
upon my body
like postcards from
another time.

Wherever I go, I always want to go back
I want to see my street
I want to see the linden
Oh, unforgettable place
I'll always search for it

It's not a thing, it's a feeling'
Endless love, springing happines
When I sleep at home, there's no reason to wake up
Trough my window I'll always see my mother's love
My family, my support
Forever my whole world

How I dared to go far away
To leave my lovely place
How can I be happy
with all the strangers on my way
One day I will cry for them
I will remember their smiles
But I will be in tears

im sure everyone wants to go back
return to that beautifully nostalgic
time of uncomplicated bliss

Maybe missing you
isn't such a bad thing.
Missing you reminds me
of all the good times
we shared and
to a time where
we were
real.