another love story came to its end
but the wet pages made it difficult to read

I'm never going to
fall
in love again
cause i'm always getting
wounded

Butterflies
born when i looked at you

another story
sank away
in the endless pool of her mind
she looked at the clock
and although it clearly was
time to sleep
she decided to take the dive

his absence
seemed to be the colour of the sky today
endless grey
an emotionless surrounding
it seems to be
but watch closer and
you'll see
the stars being pushed away
by a sea
of sad grey clouds
not ready to cry yet
so the rain falls down on your face
just emptyness
everywhere you look
until you come home and you meet the mirror
and although the clouds hadn't cried yet
your own rain is dripping down
from your cheeks

I gave you my heart
not knowing that you were
a careless guard

im staring at a blank page
unable to write
so many words but
when i try to catch them
they dissolve in my hands
such a useless fight
the night seems to be endless but at the same time so short
i don't even know what i am waiting for