Det er hva jeg er for tiden. Skriver side opp og side ned med triste dikt om kjærlighet, selvmord og slike ting. Vet ikke hvor jeg får det fra. . . . Vel, vi får se.. Utnytter det mens jeg har lysten på å skrive dikt. Det er en sjelden lyst for meg. ^^

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When I come to heaven
I won’t wait for you

For it’s your fault I’m there

It’s your fault I’m dead

 

I cried my last tear for you

My last word was your name

And my last cut was meant for your throat

 

I love you

But at the same time I hate you

I need you

But at the same time I want this to be the last time I see you

 

When the dark surrounded me

I cried your name

I told the truth

How I loved you and how you let me down

 

And the only one who listened

I didn’t know was there

It was a boy who cried

He cried his tears for me

 

He loved me

And he still does

Even though I’m dead

Even though I didn’t listen

 

The boy,

It was you,

The guy who loved me

And always will

<3