There it is
Feels like it's all I ever will be
Poetry is what's starting to save me
There's no other breathe around
Just me
Black ink and paper
Day by day, go
He will never know
He will never show
How much I love him, how much he loves me
The ugly days are coming back
Where I wonder why is it everything I lack
Admiration.Love.Curiosity.Care. A hug, a friend
I wish, I wish I could get a second chance
But that'll only happen in the end
When I fall into a deep dream
Where I am madly in love again
Because, what the hell, it beats ugly days, ugly faces and deep sadness.
