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donderdag 11 oktober 2012
vrijdag 27 juli 2012
Hello stranger.
Guilt.
It swells up when I think about the times we would say "I'd never leave you. We will always be best friends."
Because here I am, a few years later, breaking a promise.
We aren't best friends anymore. We aren't even friends. We're just knowledges.
It hurts.
It hurts when I think of all the good times we shared, all the fun we had, all the times when you dried my tears and lent your shoulder to cry on.
And I am crying but your shoulder isn't there anymore. I wish I could tell you how I feel right now.
Remember.
Remember when we were young and wild? When we laughed about the most stupid things?
Remember doing all those things together?
Remember me?
I hope.
I hope you haven't forgotten all about me.
I hope I still have a place in your heart because you still have a place in mine.
I just f*cking hope we could go back to being friends, being best friends.
It swells up when I think about the times we would say "I'd never leave you. We will always be best friends."
Because here I am, a few years later, breaking a promise.
We aren't best friends anymore. We aren't even friends. We're just knowledges.
It hurts.
It hurts when I think of all the good times we shared, all the fun we had, all the times when you dried my tears and lent your shoulder to cry on.
And I am crying but your shoulder isn't there anymore. I wish I could tell you how I feel right now.
Remember.
Remember when we were young and wild? When we laughed about the most stupid things?
Remember doing all those things together?
Remember me?
I hope.
I hope you haven't forgotten all about me.
I hope I still have a place in your heart because you still have a place in mine.
I just f*cking hope we could go back to being friends, being best friends.
zondag 1 juli 2012
Sus me, kus me
Sus me zacht
met je woorden
met je lach
met je strelingen
tijdens de nacht
met je arm
die rond me hangt
met die afdruk
op mijn wang
op mijn voorhoofd
waar ik naar verlang
waar ik naar smacht
sus me zacht
vrijdag 2 maart 2012
Porcelain
a pale white skin
so delicate and fragile
afraid to be touched
unless you know her for a while
hidden in a corner
between dust and dawn
when the sun rises
she is the first to yawn
sunlight reflects the eyes
reflects the mind
so she can tell you
what is on the inside
"priceless", says her tag
at the back of her heart
but if you hurt her feelings
she will fall apart
so delicate and fragile
afraid to be touched
unless you know her for a while
hidden in a corner
between dust and dawn
when the sun rises
she is the first to yawn
sunlight reflects the eyes
reflects the mind
so she can tell you
what is on the inside
"priceless", says her tag
at the back of her heart
but if you hurt her feelings
she will fall apart
maandag 20 februari 2012
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