Still not yet
And now it's not about cigarets
It's about his hands
That I so want to feel
It's not real
Any more
Just a dream
His kiss on my lips
Fire under skin
I so miss him
I'm full of
Everything what I can
Just go
Away/
To sleep
A little bit
Because of tears
My own fears
Which are scratching
Which are stretching
My fragile heart.
Everything that I want
To be yours
Or it will tear me apart
24. 08. 15
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