The white shadow that follows me around.
Lets the sun shine upon me.
I wish I could be lifted off the ground
And drift on one, in that White Sea.
The Rain that gets caught into the whirly cream on dark days
Refreshing the atmosphere
Metamorphoses the sky from black to grey
If only I could hide behind them Rest on them like a pillow
So soft and peaceful
Maybe tasty too, like a marshmallow
There they are for him, her, me and you.
Drifting away but always coming back,
without the clouds, what would my dreams do?
City Boy and Country GirlHe loves the city,
She loves the country life.
He rides a motorbike
She goes by foot.
He enjoys football,
She does ballet.
He buys video games
She sells her paintings.
He wears shorts,
She goes for dresses.
He finds the snow,
She finds the beach and sun.
Though they have nothing in common
The city boy and country girl, are forever.
WinterThe cold freezing nights, they seem endless.
Heaters are on full blast, chimnest releasing clouds of smoke.
The days are grey, and the sun trist so hard to push its way through the clouds.
Snowmans with hats and scarfs, people with hot chocolate.
Snowfights are held in the forest, where rabbits are hopping around.
Chirstmas is to come, the event of the year.
This, this is winter, and a happy new year.
He's my hero
He's my best friend
He's my playmate
He's my teddy bear
He's my sunshine
He's my roommate
He's my smile
He's my listener
He's my comfort
He's my light
He's my fluffball
He's my dog
Tukker, I love you.
My Future The Future
A house in Sweden
with a lake as view.
White snow topping off the
Trees, and the sun shining through.
A cute fluffy dog and
an adorable, cute guy.
Long summers, evenings spend
at the beach.
Hand in hand and a kiss at sunset.
Winters cuddled up on the couch,
watching deer's pass by and snow
And from there we start all over again.
I lay on the cold marble floor-faced down.
I see nothing, I see darkness.
My legs hanging from my upper body,
I can't move.
Heat filling up my head.
My eyes are on fire, burning.
The bones inside of me,
weakening by the minute.
I want to scream for help,
but the pain is holding me back.
It's like a nightmare, but real.
I grab my knees to my chest,
My stomache eating me inside out.
I have formed my own earthquake and the
fever is drowning me slowly and painfully.
Screaming without a sound, I hope someone heard me.