עבר המון זמן מאז שהייתי פה - עבר עלי הרבה, התחלתי לכתוב - אם במקרה יצא לך להתקל בבלוג הזה ולקרוא את מה שכתבתי, אשמח להתייחסות - אי דיי צריך את זה...
I'm addicted to love,
And all that she brings
Like the never-ending ocean waves
Like the red light from a setting sun
The firey passion that posses me
Takes a hold of me
And i find strength in me,
To believe what my eyes can see
But underneath the loving mask
Comes a lonely truth
I'm addicted to love,
But nothing more,
The mask that i wear let's me be complete from the ache that haunts me,
I am not complete
All the fairytales that has been written in my jurnal of endless love,
are all but fiction.
None of these stories really stay.
"You'r the love of my life", she said
"You'r the biggest love of life", i replied
- ?but we both knew that wasn't the truth, did we
She cried when i told her - it's not you, it's me.
I am the problam here,
usually when people say that, they don't really mean it, but i did
I AM REALLY THE PROBLAM HERE.
I need to quite these voices in my head, i do have a problam,
but she doesn't know that the thing that made this happen goes much deeper,
i'm addicted to love, nothing more and nothing less.
I'm starting to give up
It's been a long time since i felt real love,
My first girlfriend - we were in 12th grade - we met trough a friend and for
the first time in my life, i asked her out - and she said yes,
d 210 days and nights we spent together - like the ying and yand we completed each other, but all of the sudden a knife cut threw our heaven,
And i was the execuner.
I doubt that i will ever find a love like that one,
Like a lone traveller i search and explore all sides of this world in order to find the light that will complete me
-
But to no success.
Every light turns off, and i ask myself, "was it really turned on?",
every prophet is just a thief in disguise -
steelin my soul that rips appart every time i talk to those fairytales.
I am addicted to love, i can't go without it,
but my soul is growing weak, just as myself
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