Remember the past.
What should have been,
And what should have not.

Think about the days,
the memories, the future.
And then, realize, that none of them
really stays.
... They're just a cloudy dust in your head.

They are dreams. Beautiful dreams.





Hade tråkigt idag på jobbet, så fick för mig att vara poet.
Gick helt okej tycker jag allt. Ganska så fin och realistiskt dikt.
haha, ye right.


No minds.
FridaLee