— 25 —

Our tears aren't valuable until they
turn into rivers and waterfalls.
How could I ever be your everything forever...
I just "hate" love right now. Sorry.
Love is devine, but can also be 'divided'.
 
 
The leaves and the trees are telling the tales,
"the trees are wooden walls."
And I have said it once before,
while riding in the car of my dreams;
A 1965 Mustang  
1990's Volkswagen Golf GTI mk2,
through the deep dead darkness of the forest.
I've got plenty of journals,
written with only love on my mind.
I've been so lucky in life so far.
(Då vet jag hur det känns
att vara 25.)
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