My love

My love for her was like the sun a february afternoon I did´nt have the courage to tell her before the chance to do it had flew away with the power of Satan Satan wants to see me here and there and wants to play with me like I was his little teddybear But a lonesomeFortsätt läsa ”My love”


Like a straycat walking to the beach of the little lake when he´s thirsty Like a housecat yawning outside my bedroom window a dark and icecold night Like a cool cat who´s purring resting in my lap in front of the TV This is an old feeling of loneliness that comes seeking a home to share withFortsätt läsa ”Emptiness”

Carin is an angel

Not because I was a Nestor But because I´m the only one she ever have loved because there is no other people to love Nobody else really exists for real Carin is everywhere there is a woman or a girl She´s just an angel with many forms and shapes depending to the mood God isFortsätt läsa ”Carin is an angel”