16 yo from Germany. You will always find a hint of sadness in my writing but that’s okay. (Please share feedback or communicate <3)
16 yo from Germany. You will always find a hint of sadness in my writing but that’s okay. (Please share feedback or communicate <3)
Imagine your heart as a piece of paper.
Something physical to give out when you fall in love.
Like diamonds it should only be held with a glove
But it is damaged once you get it back later.
But the don’t just scramble it.
They read the story that it holds
And very carefully they create folds
Where it will hurt the most.
And when we unfold our paper
In rough shape and drained with tears
We cre...
A picture on my phone
I recognize this face
For many years it has been known
Always left a special trace.
And then I do what I do best
I know I can do this I say out loud
And think and write a dumb text
Not even a typo, making me proud
And then a fantasy turns around
Like an old brown and dusty globe
now I am able to say I found
the courage to whisper: I hope-
Hope that has never been my frien...
“Did you start your driving lessons yet?” Chris asks. “Yes I had my first driving lesson last week.” I say proudly. “So you’re officially a biker now aye?” he jokingly punches my shoulder. I nod with a silly grin on my face. I had been waiting for so long to start my stupid drivers license. And a few months ago I finally managed to get enough money together to pay for it. “Wanna go for a ride?” Ch...