Undelivered thoughts

April 20, 2009 at 19:48 · Filed under Undelivered thoughts

I thought I was dreaming that you were dead.
But then I realized it wasn’t just something in my head.

I never got the chance to say goodbye.
You were so young, didn’t thought you should die.

Even though we didn’t knew each other that well.
I know there were plenty of things I could tell.

You didn’t know you were my first love.
Every time I saw you, my heart would grow.

I was just eleven, but my love was true.
I sincerely hope that you knew.

One day I looked in my old secret book.
I can tell you about how much space you took.

I wrote your name wherever I found space.
In my heart you had a special place.

I couldn’t bear that you moved to another town.
The hole next week I was down.

But when you came back I’d began to hate you.
I don’t know if you really knew.

I don’t know what was behind that hate.
To figure it out know, it’s just seems too late.

Maybe it was that you wouldn’t be together with me?
And that was to hard for me to see.

Later on I changed my view.
When we spoke I didn’t hate you.

Then I never saw you anymore.
And I didn’t got the chance that I’m now longing for.

The drugs and all – who could’ve thought that back then.
When you were my pal and I was your friend.

To think of you, it makes me very sad.
Because I know that you’ve been through so much bad.

The story of you life ended way too soon.
It sounded like a very sad tune.

All I can do know is writing this thing.
And knowing that I can’t these words to you bring.

Tears from my eyes is falling in a stream.
I wish this hole thing just could be a dream.

(C) 2001.

This is written about a guy I knew, Magnus, who died of an OD.

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