When time breaks you
never ever have I felt
this lonesome...
Wishing to be held
and coming home.
With the boy of my dreams,
always forgetting the face...
Never hearing the silent screams
And always seem to chase.
A home that never was real.
A hand that always disappeared.
Stupid enough knowing how to feel,
from past experience that appeared...
Keep reminding myself,
that it will be all okay.
That you have to remind yourself,
after the short, tearing and grey today...
with a face filled with tears
hoping for the words I searched
forgetting my fears
and the painfull nights in my bed...
{For a small piece of 'love'}
this lonesome...
Wishing to be held
and coming home.
With the boy of my dreams,
always forgetting the face...
Never hearing the silent screams
And always seem to chase.
A home that never was real.
A hand that always disappeared.
Stupid enough knowing how to feel,
from past experience that appeared...
Keep reminding myself,
that it will be all okay.
That you have to remind yourself,
after the short, tearing and grey today...
with a face filled with tears
hoping for the words I searched
forgetting my fears
and the painfull nights in my bed...
{For a small piece of 'love'}
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| Auteur: *PinkTears* | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 30 september 2012 | ||
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