My own desert
It feels like desert underneath....what are my inner feelings?
Do I even feel? Where are my words? I feel wordless.
Where's all my inspiration? Where's my inner strength?
Have I lost it all? I am a desert. I need water. I need love.
I need someone. I need God. I need laughters. I need someone
to embrace me. Love me for being me. My soul is tired.
My eyes is willin to close, not forever, but for a while.
My body, mind and soul are worn (?).
Nu ordbajsar jag. Vet inte vad jag har att säga. Finns
det något inom mig? VARFÖR är jag så trött?
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Postat av: Lina
skrev du det där själv? Värsta dikten jue! :)
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