A sweater in each hand
One in my room and one in your bed
Who cares about the cold
Your sweater will keep me warm
Then New Years eve came
The alcohol
It pushed me pass my edge
And in just one night
I broke my own heart
Told you the truth
You never caught my words
Ran away to your "safer" place
Until now that was me
Ignoring me when i'm calling
Days have passed and you don't know me
Left me for another
Didn't even glance my way
Even now i defend you
Even now i dare to call you my friend
The sweater doesn't have a meaning
In you i believe in
But the sweater i'm not keepin'.
You'll get it back one evening.
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Hideaway
PoetryA person with a pen in its hands can do more damage than anybody else. Everybody has something to help them cope with their problems. Mine is writing poems, if we could even call this poetry... Anyway enjoy.
