Jag blir kreativ ibland och gör små texter. De är verkligen inte färdiga (eller bra) Bara grovskisser som ska pusslas ihop, eller styckas lite.
mourning and accepting
Twinkling streetlights
I have earned some whizzing in my brain once more
Spend my money on worthless pleasures
Walking endless streets
under endless sky
Heavy bass boost
Thin and light as silk
The beauty of puzzling
will dawn on me
To sit in the cold feeling pretty
freeze forever impressions will last
in a crowded street in holborn
sweet guitar
sweet strings
fluid get going get going til dawn
I melt into the stone/pavement
I melt into the streetlights
Poetry will make impressions last
like deer in headlight
The look on its face is mine.
Cause you know,
I am the silliest person I have ever met
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