Love letter to you.
I never told you before, how much you mean to me. Yesterday was just a day but today you and I made history which completely changes my feelings.
You was like light in my heart that people around me couldn’t see, you came in my life like morning in summer which I always welcome.
I am not here to win your heart back, not even to excuse myself, but I am here because I love you and I care about you. And I want you to know that I am not the one you knew.
I know that I made a lot of mistakes which I don’t deserve forgiveness from you.
You are my water, even I don’t want to drink you, and still I’ll need you for cooking or something else. The more I live with you and I start realising my bad.
You don’t have to forgive me.
You don’t have to give me another chance.
All I want you to do for me is to understand and find a little space in your heart for me.
Turn around and look at me, tell me if you really don’t need me again. I want you to know that at any time you’ll need me I’ll be there for you and I will always welcome you in my heart again, and I’ll never forget all the happy memories we had. I’ll let everyone know about you, how you was, great, happy, keeping calm under stress, and lovely.
You know that I love you, and I need you to be happy, whatever you chose which will make you happy I will be happy too.
I wish you the best of luck; hope you had great time with me.
Always Love Christian Mut
christian king mut history
"Sometimes the past is something you just can't let go off. And sometimes the past is something we'll do anything to forget. And sometimes we learn something new about the past that changes everything we know about the present."
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Saturday, April 24, 2010
End of my journey
Six o’clock in spring. Night covering, light running away.
Seven o’clock and, the moon kept screaming loud, from one to seven, saying
“Bye, I am gone. Enjoy your liberty”
Nine o’clock, I switch the light off; forget to close the front door.
It was too much. I am tired to clean this up.
My birthday party, I am calling and calling but no respond at all.
Seating out, looking never finding.
My front door is frozen. The loud music coming from my house none of my neighbours were interested to listen to Puccini.
My voice was loud; no one could hear my voice. I thought my voice was max enough to be heard.
Ten o’clock went to sleep, since that day my eyes can’t chill anymore.
The sun is running away from my house, and darkness covering my house up.
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