Cute. Thats all I ever was to you. Take away my passion, take away my wit, my curiosity, my intelligence, my determination, my power. Take away everything. Then sure, cute is just fine.
Continue readingI wonder, were you it? Will anyone ever love me the way you loved me, or were you it? Will anyone ever lose sleep thinking about me, pining over me the way you did, or were you it? I think you were it. I can’t sleep because I think you were it. Because now there is nothing. It’s done. And I will never again be loved so deeply. And I will never again be wanted so deeply. And I will never again be the reason he can’t sleep. How could you have ever loved me. There is nothing here deserving of love. How did you see this mess as something worth loving. Will anyone else see me the way you did. Please tell me you weren’t it. Please tell me you were only the beginning. tell me there is more.
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At the end of the day
Feeling start to stray
Paranoia of the day
Seep in during the night's
Crying for help
through the fake smiles
Eye screams for understanding
which the visuals can't comprehend
Hoping one of the many lovely irises
Would ask - what's wrong?
......
Kijk me aan
en zeg wat je ziet.
Niet de glimlach,
maar wat daarachter
stil blijft.
Zien is niet kijken,
en jij keek nooit weg.
Day without you Looks like wasted
Feels like wasted If you may
Even hours without you Feels like ages
Feels like crazy Will you stay?
Stay,
Ill share with you My dreams my thoughts
You are the love of my life
We bring together All our strength
To keep it worth while
......
Ik probeer het niet begrijpen
te begrijpen.
Hoe iets zo zwaar kan zijn,
zonder vorm,
zonder naam.
Ik kijk,
zonder te zoeken.
Ik luister,
zonder te verwachten.
......
Ich versuche,
das Nichtverstehen zu verstehen.
Wie etwas so schwel sein kann,
ohne Form,
ohne Namen.
Ich schaue,
ohne zu suchen.
Ich höre,
......
I try to understand
not understanding.
How something can feel so heavy
without shape,
without name.
I watch,
without searching.
I listen,
......
At the end of the day
Feeling start to stray
Paranoia of the day
Seep in during the night's
Crying for help
through the fake smiles
Eye screams for understanding
which the visuals can't comprehend
Hoping one of the many lovely irises
Would ask - what's wrong?
......
Kijk me aan
en zeg wat je ziet.
Niet de glimlach,
maar wat daarachter
stil blijft.
Zien is niet kijken,
en jij keek nooit weg.