Searching happiness for a living, hoping to find my happiness back in you, back then when you left and took all my passion and never looked back to who you used to be. I'm not judging - not as I would ever or as I would ever be allowed to either- but i'm hurting just as in the second you take a fresh breath in your new life and never look back to those days where you used to take breaths of fresh and healthy air in my life. Guess we weren't supposed to be, were we?
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Memorys of yesterday
PoetrySchwälgend, duftend, lobend. Wolken versammeln sich und klären sich, das Lächeln wird verstärkt, wandelt sich in ein Grinsen. Ich schwebe zwischen den Wolken, glücklich, vollkommen, bis sie platzen und ich tief hinab, in des Teufels vergangene Gedan...
