So you loved me for who I was, Who I am, Who I’LL Be.
Than again you want me to change :(
(Source: kurtcobainquoted)
It has come to an end,
when I just wanna love you
and chase you, your dreams
Chase you like a butterfly
One day Ill join you
One goes, it goes,
if you flew away,
I stayed all alone.
Hitting the ground.
Are you dear Flying around ?
How long will I stay Down?
You went, away,
went away with the wind
Gently my soul weeps,
a String is broken,
a door is closed.
A Tear was poured.
Knock, knock,
and it stopped
my heart, skipped a beat
my mind raced against everything
you were there
I was Here
I’M still here.
How I wish, I was holding you
right now.
There’s no reason,
to the question why,
What went wrong?
Im still confused
What went wrong?
keeps repeating into my mind
an ugly song in the morning
night
everyday
Broken?
thousands pieces
fallen to thousands more
But I STIL LOVe YOu
and wanna be with you …
Til’ the end of time
“PUFF”
I remember very well, somehow with regret-ion and pain but i remember.
In a very cold winter day, while the skies were fighting with thunderstruck,
we were close to each-other, i remember in the dark.
We were talking and i Dared you to kiss me in the cheek, a sweet mistake.
There when i felled for you. It was by fate or not, the skies were clear the other day, and days passed away, i couldn’t stay with out one more moment.
So I took the courage, took my feelings took my mind… and finally said I love you. ( TDU ). … Enough with the past now… cuz its over… for you ….
but ive got another confession, I LoVE You Still.
So you loved me for who I was, Who I am, Who I’LL Be.
Than again you want me to change :(
(Source: kurtcobainquoted)
So many things went wrong
I couldn’t feel my soul around me anymore. Every Object, everyone was a good start to feel more and more pain. I couldn’t complain. Life hit me like a cold steel train. I can’t feel anything anymore.
Here I Am … Again Broken …. As Kurt’ Says “Trapped inside your heart-shaped box”.
(Source: alexandreduck, via acmilanislove)
The Bridge | Gellert, Budapest, Hungary
© arminMarten
Franz Kline, The Ballantine, oil on canvas, 1958-60