onsdag 22 januari 2014


Old familiar feelings,
The same kind of warmth.
The tounge stumbles over words,
And it seems the mind can't make a clear decision.
All over some cheesey tunes.
A sting I know all to well.

There is something about your eyes,
Enchanting in a way.
Or maybe it's the your fingers cross my cheek,
It seems like I can feel the heat through the cold winter night.
It is amazing what words can do,
As long as it come from your lips.

A nice change from all the cloudy regrets inside my chest.
To actually be able to breath again.
Fading hate,
And growing love.
Still not sure what to make of it,
But hey,
I will figure it out.


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