Lust and Greed
My heart throbs hard and uneven, it desires that kind of love that now is behind big metal poles.
All these questions are running trough my head every second of every day, will it stop us?
Do i have to let go, let go of something that has been my whole entire life?
Now that everything has changed, my mistakes are facing me.
Haunting me like a wolf in the night, screaming for mercy.
The hardest is to really know how many things you could have done differently, and how you regret how you have been to this person. To face that fact that is why we drift apart.
I am so sorry, so sorry for all that. I can blame it on my illness, but still.
Shouldn´t I know that you deserved better? That our love is more important than you doing the dishes.
I can´t make it undone, I would tell a lie if I should say that I don´t wish it undone.
Sometimes in my darkest dreams, I do wish that all these years with you and every tiny memory would be undone. So I would be released from this pain, pain that fills my chest with black ink.
Do I sound negative and greedy? Maybe, but I have been taught not to lie.
That every truth is healing.
After a while with the truth around you, everything will feel a bit easier.
Everyday small tiny pieces of sorrow starts to fall of my heart. And maybe just maybe, someday my heart can beat with everyone elses.
Min uppsats som fick väldigt bra betyg :D:D
Nu är det bara att fortsätta plugga arslet av sig, sista veckan nu tills allt ska vara inne..
Och då menar jag verkligen allt, Gaaahhh.. Hur ska man hinna ? :P
/ Nathalie
All these questions are running trough my head every second of every day, will it stop us?
Do i have to let go, let go of something that has been my whole entire life?
Now that everything has changed, my mistakes are facing me.
Haunting me like a wolf in the night, screaming for mercy.
The hardest is to really know how many things you could have done differently, and how you regret how you have been to this person. To face that fact that is why we drift apart.
I am so sorry, so sorry for all that. I can blame it on my illness, but still.
Shouldn´t I know that you deserved better? That our love is more important than you doing the dishes.
I can´t make it undone, I would tell a lie if I should say that I don´t wish it undone.
Sometimes in my darkest dreams, I do wish that all these years with you and every tiny memory would be undone. So I would be released from this pain, pain that fills my chest with black ink.
Do I sound negative and greedy? Maybe, but I have been taught not to lie.
That every truth is healing.
After a while with the truth around you, everything will feel a bit easier.
Everyday small tiny pieces of sorrow starts to fall of my heart. And maybe just maybe, someday my heart can beat with everyone elses.
Min uppsats som fick väldigt bra betyg :D:D
Nu är det bara att fortsätta plugga arslet av sig, sista veckan nu tills allt ska vara inne..
Och då menar jag verkligen allt, Gaaahhh.. Hur ska man hinna ? :P
/ Nathalie
