The Words That Makes You...And Breaks You: Poetry And Thoughts Bind Together
The optimist insists that we live in the best of worlds, the pessimist fears that he is right.
Monday, October 09, 2006
Is it too late my darling?
Vilken sjuk dag. Tolv timmars arbetsdag och fyra av dem i en bil. Inget man skojar om direkt. Samma visa imorgon :) Tur nog hade jag jättetrevliga arbetskollegor och dagen bara swichade förbi en. Efter halva dagen bjöd chefen på lunch för jag skött mig exemplariskt(ego booost:). Under bilfärden lyssnade jag på Matchbox Twenty - More Than You Think You Are, typ 4ggr :) Den skivan måste vara en av de bästa någonsin. Orkar inte tänka mer nu. Zzzzzzz...
Detta var vad jag tänkte och kände dendär jobbiga onsdagen den 27 september. Mycket har hänt sen dess. Men många känslor finns kvar, både glada och vissa mindre glada. Var väldigt nere och ledsen och viste inte vad jag skulle tro o känna när mina händer strömmade över tangentbordet när detta kom fram. Håll till godo.
True love is such a wonderful thing, The whole world seems to shine, even on the cloudiest day. A love like this makes your heart sing, It makes you smile, it makes you glow. A love so strong lets you feel free, You feel on top of the world. No one can touch you, no one can hurt you, When you're in love with that perfect girl. The sparkle of her eyes, the warmth of her touch, Make every part of you glad to be alive. The mention of her name makes you smile, A happy thought of being together makes you glow. The people around you are envious of this love, For they too want to know. They want to experience such joy, They want to embrace such passion. They tell you it's too good to be true, They say love like this will only hurt you. You become defensive, you become bitter, What do they know? They don't understand.
Then the day comes, the sky clouds over, The birds cease to sing. A cold wind blows through you, A feeling of fear takes over your every thought. You don't know why, or where this feeling came from, All you know is it's overwhelming and frightening. Suddenly you begin to question my intentions, Does he really love you? Can this be real? Were they all right to warn you? Do you really feel what you feel? You look in my eyes and question what is there, Wondering if there's an ulterior motive hidden somewhere. You start to wonder if you deserve my love, You start to wonder if someone else could make me happier. You find yourself pulling away, Giving me space, yet wanting me to stay. You think you're doing the right thing giving yourself freedom, You walk away, thinking you're protecting yourself. You don't want me to hurt you, by turning you away, So instead you say goodbye, not realizing it's true love that YOU'VE betrayed.
It's too late. The damage is done. Once again, you find yourself all alone. You blame yourself, you blame your friends. You even blame me, cause the pain never ends. You regret what you've done, You want to turn back time. You want to hold him in your arms, And try to make that love shine. But you've hurt him too much, This pain he can't forgive. I've given you everything, But trust you could not give. I've done nothing wrong, Only loved you completely. But your fear of rejection, Has left you lonely. There was no reason for this to happen, The love was true. So here you sit, Not knowing what to do.
Do you call him? Do you beg? Do you apologize for the mistakes that you've made? Do you tell him you're sorry, You'll never do it again? Do you ask for my forgiveness, Only to be hurt again? Do you deserve my mercy, After the damage you have done? Do you run to me crying, Would this do any good? Have your mistakes ruined everything, Is there a way to repair? Is it too late my darling? Do you still care? Is it too late my darling? Is some love still there? Is it too late my darling? Have you hurt him too much? Is it too late my darling? Will you ever feel his touch again?
Name: Andreas Home: Skåne, Sweden About Me: Andreas Zetterqvist, 26 years old, hetrosexual. Three passions are present in my life: music, writing and my gf. Music represents the essence of my being, writing represent the expression of my soul, my gf keeps me sane. Laughter keeps my heart light and intact. Thinking keeps my juices flowing. Friends mean the world to me. But trust is something I give to selected few. No one has 100% of my trust. Very few have something close to it. I don't look like a supermodel.
And I'm fine with that now at this time of my life because
in my own way, I have a beauty that surpasses all these so-called beautiful people. And I'm not being cocky, just showing some much needed confidence. I have a major in network technology, but confined my future with sales. I'm a poet for a few years. I like to think I'm a lot of different things. But for sure I'm a good boy with class, who's a sweetheart and down to earth. But God bless you if you mess with me because I'm a force
to be reckoned with. I think birthdays and holidays are special and I think writing is the best way of therapy. I'm honest because I've spent too many years hiding. So if you want to get to know me better, just ask. Or read on. Visitors: See my complete profile
There are many races in life but in the end the only race is with yourself. Everyone's choice begins with a dream, because with dreams everything is possible.
