Standing Here

Standing Here

Standing here alone in my bed,
One hand holding a pen,
The other one holding my head...

Standing here alone in my bed
I try to describe the feeling,
With the pen looking to the paper again
Writing words like “pain”, “lonely”...”sad”.

Standing here alone in my bed
There’s only one thing that i’m sure...
I’d die without you,you’re my disease,
But I’m just alergic to the cure.

Standing here alone in my bed
Lost in my deepest dreams...
Standing here holding my head
I can see you closer then it seems...

This loneliness caused by you
It’s a killing feeling that I love...
A feeling that tease,
A feeling that’s pure,
I know you’re my disease
But i’m sure I don’t want the cure...


depois de algum tempo sem nada acrescentar ao meu blog, marco este regresso com um poema relativamente antigo que quis partilhar com todos aqueles que a este blog venham de vez em quando dar uma vista de olhos!
saudações!