Mine egne små tekster

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  • Publiceret: 15 aug. 2011
  • Opdateret: 9 dec. 2018
  • Status: Igang
Her vil jeg skrive mine små tekster. Digte, tanker eller små historier jeg alligevel aldrig for skrevet færdige. Det er underholdende, at se, hvordan min skrivestil har forandret sig gennem de seneste 4 år.

Underligt nok, er dette, dét, jeg er mest stolt af. Måske fordi, det er skrevet med føleleser og ikke hastværk?

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222. Salty Lips

I am drowning in the ocean that

is my mind When I kiss you

you tell me my lips taste salty

and I know it's from the

river that could not be contained

in my head and flowed out through

my eyes and I lick my lips and

"a couple of hours isn't going to be

noticeable" I tell myself but you

tasted the salt of my inner nightmare

and it's as if I'm breaking down

in front of you but you don't

notice because somehow the smile

on my face managed to trick you

and I don't know if I want you

to get to know me or not 'cause

you think crying is weak and you

always tell me how strong I am and

I just want to be the person you

want me to be but it's hard

and I'm scared if one day my

facade will fall and you'll leave

me because I am so weak I truly am

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