do you ever lay in bed at 2am
and think of all the conversations and scenarios
you could have had with that special person
and you lose yourself in that imagination
until it seems to be true for a moment
but then you remember
that its all just a fantasy
which you created in your head to escape reality,
a version of your love story
that you will never be able to write down
because he will never be yours
YOU ARE READING
words are my salvation
PoetryWorte sind meine Heilung. Weil Worte ein Versuch sind, endlosen Gedanken und unergründlichen Gefühlen eine Form zu geben. Ein Mittel, um unsichtbares sichtbar zu machen. Um Unmögliches möglich zu machen. Sie können zwar nicht einmal ansatzweise ve...
