torsdag 25 september 2008

Your bedtime-story.


I don’t regret any of this,
the endless phone calls
northe left cheek kiss.
I don’t think that I can make this.
This is so much more than I can take.
This is the worst cut ever.
Everything goes into a thousand pieces.
I’m damaging this apartment
So damn you too
for making me unable to stop loving you.

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