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Halt mich
(an meine Liebe)
Halt mich...
Halt mich...
Halt mich einfach ganz fest!
Denn in deinen Armen...
Denn in deinen Armen...
Denn in deinen Armen bin ich glücklich!
(an meine Liebe)
Halt mich...
- wenn die Trauer kommt
- wenn die dunklen Schatten kommen
- wenn ich falle
- wenn ich das Gefühl habe nicht mehr ich selbst zu sein.
- wenn ich Angst habe mich zu verlieren.
- auch dann wenn all die Tränen kommen, die ich nie weinen konnte.
- auch dann wenn all die Schreie kommen, die ich nie geschrieen habe.
Halt mich...
Halt mich einfach ganz fest!
Denn in deinen Armen...
- finde ich den Trost den ich brauche
- kehrt die Sonne in meinem Herzen ein
- geht das Licht in meiner Seele an
- fühle ich mich sicher
- fühle ich das ich lebe und das ich wirklich bin
- kann ich ich sein
- findet das Kind in mir all den Trost den es nie bekommen hat.
Denn in deinen Armen...
Denn in deinen Armen bin ich glücklich!
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Joy.
We had been shooting down stars with harpoon guns since before we knew what we could do and howling at the moon before we knew that it was calling back. You slept under your own silver midnight on the opposite side of the universe while I woke up to empty houses and hospital stays. Age wasn't something you measured until you could open your eyes without seeing her face.
Maybe we didn't grow up so far apart after all, our childhoods blending together like your tears in the ocean. The mother's we couldn't reach, the father's we never knew; sometimes you feel too much like a reflection of everything I've tried to forget to possibly be just some
Literature
Borrowed time
These woods, dark in midday armor,
are barely breathing.
I walk, numb, over grass and vines
that do not move,
as if I merely hover here
on borrowed time.
I cannot see or feel my feet
or hear steps in the undergrowth.
Only smell is free to vibrate here:
pine needles, moldy, unturned earth.
Rot and sweetness fill my breath
with ancient drumming.
I must tell you; this is not your journey.
But these are my words;
I am carving them now, on strips of bark
that bleed into my opened hands.
The hard-bitten syllables open arteries
of copper; they snake along my wrists
to soak into death-ready ground.
This forest is not safe at
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disaster in the key of happy
we aren't supposed to be in
love anymore
and when we talk i am
not allowed to stare at your
gorgeous glassy eyes and
when we walk my fingers are
not allowed to fit perfectly between yours and
when we hug it is
not allowed that there be
nospacebetweenus.
i cannot call you
by your nickname or
laugh at your crude jokes or
shift my eyes over to the
room in the back with the
bed behind the locked door.
and when we meet you are
not allowed to pick me
flowers from the garden and
when we dance you are
not allowed to pull me in just a little closer and
when we kiss you are...
well,
we just aren't allowed to do that.
you c
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Diese Gedicht ist für meine Liebe 
Meine Engel, ich liebe dich so sehr.
Meine Engel, ich liebe dich so sehr.
© 2007 - 2024 miky6663
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Beautiful, as usual.