The Remnants Of A Poet

"We have all made bad choices, that we now have to live with. Some easier than other...

You're my cemetery, You're my resting place. And only in your arms, Can I fall asleep for an eternity.

The real mystery is inside of us.

You are the fight of my life, The fight to finally be free  And letting go of you.

You cursed my heart, So it wont ever love another man.

There are still days when death seems more tempting than life.

I'd live and die for another memorie with you.

It was a kind of calmness, before a storm that will never come.

Writing is my kind of suffering.

In the end it is your soul you are damaging.

So I will look at the stars, and I will hope yours will shine the brightest.

I am not a fan of feelings or long talks. But somehow you made me open up in ways, I never thought was possible.

What is beauty in the end?

You taught me to never look back,

Summer is over.. so are we..

I almost gave you all of me.

I can't live without you. Please come back and save me from me?