dinsdag 12 maart 2013

Do you?


Do you hope he will buy me flowers, do you hope he will hold my hand? Give me all his hours when he has the chance, take me to every party, do you even remember how much I love to dance?



zaterdag 12 januari 2013

Your smile can hide everything.

If happiness was a rare thing, nobody would know it. Since everybody knows what it's like to be happy. It's there where you know it must be, in your heart.



Is there hope?

What's about love,
that which we feel
by any other feeling
would still feel as the only thing that matters. 

zaterdag 5 januari 2013

This is now.

That heart inside,
is her guide,
as she travels in the night.
That brain of her,
is still awake,
for the pain,
'cause it was fake.

zaterdag 29 december 2012