When I get home...

I wont be missing you anymore

~is that really what you want~

Ghosts that linger

Days go by and I'm fine

scratch that I'm good

I fear nothing except,

the night

When you come and join me in

my bed

my dreams

my head

I don't want you there

I push and I shove

but I just can't rid myself of the memories

memories so happy

so pure

so naive

and so biased

~This time you were the ultimate liar

but still my dose of insanity~

Pour le moment...

Je ne sais pas

Crazy,

I'm not myself lately,

I'm foolish,

I don't do this.

Please.

Get out of my dreams,

please.

~you're haunting my emotions~

The impossible.

If you can imagine it,

Its possible

I'm waiting for...

... The day when there is no longer 'I'

but instead only 'we'

vi to...

Men jeg er din og det vil jeg nok altid være

For kun hos dig der føler jeg mig hjemme

...my empty mind is so full

Why do you fill me with sorrow

from the words that you borrow

Hatred isn't simple

The message was brutal but the delivery was kind.

For this reason alone I could not hate him.

My Heart,

This time no one will find the key,

I've placed it far away from preying hands.

~somewhere,

I even I can no long reach it~

Absence

Absence is to love

what wind is to fire

when the fire is small the wind kills it

but when its a real fire it intensifies it.

The city; Diane von Furtenberg

When alive all there is to gain is death

But, when dead there is nothing left to achieve.