It started getting brighter
So her mood got lighter
Her parents sat all alone
«Oh, my God, you’re home!»
The little girl then lived okay
That’s all I wanted to say

(This is a poem I worte for an assigment in my english class when I was 14 I think)

When you feel love
You feel like the world is going under
Even if you know it´s not

You love the feeling of love
Of being loved
Of being in love
Just one simple feeling
Is all you need
To know what a person
Means to you

The words you spoke
Never woke
The things that you kept
Were over stepped
People did not see
That this part of you would be

In the memory of you
That we still knew
The sorrow will keep going
With everybody knowing

You where hurt
Covered in dirt
Keept crying
That you where sick of lying

Just cry little girl
Just twist and twirl
The sorrow in you heart
Rip it apart

Stay in the game
Don’t do it for me
Be whatever you have to be

I just need something to smile for.
Just something real.

I want to breath oxygen.
I want to feel, more than this.

These hard choices
They’re making me
Disorientated
Disfunctional

In my eyes; I will never forget
In my eyes; I will never let go
In my eyes; I will keep you safe
In my eyes; I will never harm you

In my eyes; They´re all mean
In my eyes; They have no idea
In my eyes; They can´t be trusted
In my eyes; They are just idiots

In my eyes; You are everything
In my eyes; I need you here
In my eyes; I can´t leave you
In my eyes; You make me happy

Both opposites
They still can make an explotion
They can still be connected.

Opposites
Makes the world flow
Makes it connect
If everything was the same
Nothing would blend
The world would stand still

At a rate of years
Until somethings develop
Into something greater
Better
Then
The negative and positive can crash
Explode until infinity
And never disappear.

All the bumblebees love you
All the rabbits eat you
If you are special enough
One of earths people
Is going to pick you up of the ground
Then put you in a vase
Then put the vase that you are in
On a table.
On a table in the living room.

Afterwards you stand there
you shine
Looking at all humans
Admiring you
For your beauty
For your smell

Until the day you start to get spots
Black ones
Then you get thrown away
Like all the other lousy trash
Then before you close your last flower eyes
You can see a new victim enter your place
Like all the other once have
Like you was