Seeing the message,
already know, what it's about.
Late at night, but it'll get even later.
Doesn't matter what I did, what I should or what I need to do.
Everything else, school and all of my sorrows, are taking a back seat.
That's not how it should be, is it? But frankly I don't care.
Talking all night long, don't even remember 'bout what.
Do you?
Laughing because of my stupidity.
Is this happiness? I don't even remember that feeling.
I want to keep it this way.
So are you going to stay?
Thoughts whispering, I'm not that appealing.
All of this doesn't have enough solidity.
Not new.
Suddenly,- is it only me?- starting to act like a robot.
Realizing, there is so much information I shouldn't share.
Blood is rushing through my veins, can you hear my heartbeat?
Waking up. Dripping with perspiration. What did I go through?
Of course, it wasn't real. My head's the traitor.
Taking away all the doubt:
Past, not a presage.
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Emotions
PoetrySome kind of poems in English and sometimes in German. Just a bit of writing about current emotions, maybe you can relate ;) I'll try to put in something positive as well, but somehow until now, I've never got inspired for one of those. Grammar and...
