| Self-written poems Part II |
| Hitting the ground Sitting on a pink cloud in the atmosphere, crying a few tears 'coz he's not there. Aching in her heart, 'coz she misses him so, couldn't help feeling or falling in love. Searching for good words in everything he says, he gets more, she gets less. Can't help worrying or cry more tears, hurting and bad words is all she ever hears. Didn't get his comfort when she needed him around, her tails between her legs, her head is hanging down. She needs someone to hold her, she needs someone to say; "You are the only one for me, and I'll never go away". She's gonna keep her head up high, for only one more day, this girl is meant for falling, this girl is meant to pay. You might say; "It's not fair", but it never really is, she's for ever trapped, like a prisoner, in this game of his. Suddenly the pink cloud turns into grey, and the sky is split by a shining ray. Her heart breaks to pieces in the pooring rain, she sits all alone, tries to wash away the pain. The limit is reached, she can't take no more, her heart's an open crater, her eyes are red and sore. She jumps and flies with the thunder's sound, and screams "I loved you" before hitting the ground. |
| Tenk over det Jeg pr�vde � g� stille i d�rene, men gr�ten vekket dem. De kastet seg over meg, som ulver over sitt bytte, og rev meg i filler. De brant min tro, knuste min tillit, og kvelte mine skrik. I sorgens dal s�kte jeg tilflukt, gjemt i ensomhetens m�rke. Da kniven ble satt mot strupen, s� jeg det som eneste utvei. Igjen l� bare et knust hjerte, i en sj� av salte t�rer. |
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