Storm of a real She
cold is the morning ,when I wake up
afraid of the fact that I'm mortal
I fear death
I feel lost,
felt lost in my dreams
which I forgot in 5 minutes
upon woken up
thoughts about what im going to do
scare me,getting nowhere fast
nobody wakes me up
no warm lips kissing me
sweet tender love
no voice in the backround
telling me take care
I love you so much.
the routine slowly kills me
oh dear oh God,
days pass through me
I'm passing through life.
where is the one
that calls me by my name
and hugs me so much
and puts together once more
all my broken parts.
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