I'm seventeen
And I still hug my pillow
as if i would hug you
Because some time ago
You were my pillow
We cuddled every night
And now my bed is the one that's empty
While he's in yours
Probably cuddling with you
And I swear I would be lying
If I would say I am not jealous
Or that I want to be him
Because in fact
I am jealous
And I want to be him
I swear it's the hardest to forget about you
When you're all I think about
All day
All night
And he's in your bed
When I should be the one in your bed
I hate the way things turned out
And I hate you
But what I hate the most
Is that I can't hate you at all
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Poetry
PoesiaAll my thoughts and feelings I cannot express otherwise Mostly english poems but sometimes also German ones :)
