night
at the waterfront, this lively hour of the night, where the young people, who are so eager to grow up that they forget the things that never wanted to learn, roam, this is their hour.
and at the secluded part of the edge, this peaceful little hamlet of ours, you turn to me and say; “i don’t want to forget”
and in the deepest part of my mind i hear “of cource i’ll not deceive her, i’m not there, i’m gone”
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July 31st, 2008 at 9:45 am
yes… yes… tell me more. /me listens intently.
August 1st, 2008 at 5:30 pm
It’s just a little thing I wrote one night while listening to Bob Dylans “I’m not there”, the last quote is from that song. It really doesn’t have any message, other then what the reader interprets.
But what can I say, I just fucking love nights I guess.
August 1st, 2008 at 10:18 pm
I like lovish sad stuff.