środa, 28 marca 2012

silent

Please, look at me once again. Just for a while and try to understand. 
I still look at the sky when the day is going to over and talking to the stars if they can make my dreams come true. I just want to put the pieces together but the only answer from the stars is silent.




poniedziałek, 26 marca 2012

niedziela, 25 marca 2012

if you can't.

if you can't understand, use dictionary just to notice what I feel.

sit and drink my favourite coffee with cold milk. It's like my every habit, every is stupid. Just see, I can't make you feel the same - you're a football player, one of the perfect, young, strong, crazy and who am I ? A little girl, a little bad girl or maybe really vulgar who likes drinking more then it behoves. I know, never perfect as you're, never beautiful enough, never seems to be the one for you and never your girl. Again yours. That's way I sit alone, stand alone and go alone. drinking this almost hot coffee I try to understand why we're so similar. I could tell what you feel now but what for ?
' Sometimes I wanna call you but I know you won't be there '






sobota, 3 marca 2012

still.


because it has to be like this, you can't do anything to change. You only change the road you go but not the people who you meet...

It's only pain, isn't it ? still miss you.

poniedziałek, 20 lutego 2012

if tomorrow never comes.

For more I don't have strenght.
The second term for studies has opened and I'm ill again but my sister blog is two years old so we ' must ' take photos in Katowice :





sobota, 18 lutego 2012

month has followed - letter to You.




Honey? Oh, I forgot I can't call you in this way. 
Month has followed - it's the same, maybe a little bit sad and you don't tell: Goodnight and I can't sleep because of it.
I've got your sweater in hands and tears are falling on the floor. I can't stop missing, can't stop thinking about what we could do together, there are a lot of places, cinemas, shops which we could go or maybe we could stay at home and lie together in bed...

środa, 15 lutego 2012

don't you know it's over?

let it go, let it burn, let it be.
-don't you know it's over... ? 
-don't you understand he'll never back ?  -oh, yes, I don't.
he'll never care again how you feel. no matter how you want him to do it.
You sit and cry, every day is the same but honey it's really good time to wake up. 
just let it go. let him go and never back. just.