Bring me back to the times when I had it all. least I thought so. Naivness equaled happiness, hurt was never expected.
I wrote your name on a wall, so I could remember you forever. So the world could know you as well as I did. Every word was written in pink. But then...
terrible storm.
waterdrops marking my own face,
burning my skin.
and I´m running.
Getting lost in the endless maze
of thorns and poisonous fruit,
looking so fresh,
looking so good.
I take a bite.
The storm passes slowly as I kneel down
-Now I know-
I can´t bear you anymore.
I want to forget