I am cold.My hands are cold,I am cold. by ~Sona95
at first they were also shaking,
but now I do not feel the cold anymore.
He came to me with a scared look on his face,
I smiled at him while answering his questions.
As I ended I looked at my bare feet,
wondering why he cared.
I had just left my house and parents behind,
they were argueing again, about something trivial,
He took my cold hands in his warm ones,
trying to warm them up,
I shook my head and smiled sadly.
They would not get any warmer...
Poets Of The Fall - Late GoodbyeI was on my way home. Finally. My eyes started to hurt.Poets Of The Fall - Late Goodbye by ~Sona95
I kind of felt hollow. Your words still echoing in my head.
I think I'm missing something. This is wasting my time.
I remember lieing on the floor of your flat for a felt eternity.
Crying. Questioning myself. Hurt. Numb.
As soon as you got my reaction, you started to apologize.
I didn't ment it that way...Don't cry...
But it didn't made anything better. Your apologies felt like knives.
Hurting my already broken heart even more and more. Killing it.
In the end I couldn't listen any longer.
Packing my things. Running away from you. Now sitting in the last bus of the day.
Sonnenuntergang - SunsetDie Flasche wiegt schwer in der HandSonnenuntergang - Sunset by ~Sona95
Ihr Blick ist trüb
Die Beine eng an den Körper gezogen
Starr in die Ferne blickend
Immer wieder die Flasche absetztend
Scheiternd bei dem Versuch sich aufzurappeln
Die Sonne geht unter
taucht den Himmel in ein weiches Lavendel
The bottle weighs heavy in the hand
Her eyes are cloudy
The legs are drawn tightly against the body
Numbly gazing into the distance
Again and again, setting down the bottle
Failing in the attempt to pick herself together
With a sigh, thinking
The sun sets
bathes the sky in a soft lavender