i n s i d e l i n g o

she's got the whole world in her hands

--

This is the third verse.
And I'm laying in my bed trying to hear my breath,
with the song on repeat
I feel totally incomplete.
This isn't just the start.


I'm aiming to finish.
And I'm not so sure if I'm halfway through,
If maybe I've cheated
or desperately been defeated.
The plot doesn't thicken.


The mirror looks cracked.
When I turn off the light and reach for your hand,
I can hang up a frame
see it all just the same
and call it my own.





Yours Truly

åååh lalala jag vill haa dig! haha saknar dig. Vad fint du skriver du är en sann poet! haha pusspuss

nästa kalas kommer väl och går lite när som antar jag. men nästa göteborgskalas är nästa år (:

dettrorjagduharmää!