rough.


mamma, november -07

snart har den här långa veckan nått sitt slut. jag är tacksam, eftersom den på många sett varit jobbig och prövande.
herrå.

ps. jag vet att jag inte är så rolig längre.

enklaste, och utan tvekan finaste texten just nu.


All I know is that you're so nice
You're the nicest thing I've seen
I wish that we could give it a go
See if we could be something

I wish I was your favourite girl
I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world
I wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile
I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style

I wish you couldn't figure me out
But you always wanna know what I was about
I wish you'd hold my hand
When I was upset
I wish you'd never forget
The look on my face when we first met

I wish you had a favourite beauty spot
That you loved secretly
'Cause it was on a hidden bit
That nobody else could see
Basically, I wish that you loved me
I wish that you needed me
I wish that you knew when I said two sugars,
Actually I meant three

I wish that without me your heart would break
I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake
I wish that without me you couldn't eat
I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep

Look, all I know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen
And I wish that we could see if we could be something
Yeah I wish that we could see if we could be something

typ tänkvärt.


Var inte rädd för mörkret,
ty ljuset vilar där
Vi se ju inga stjärnor,
där intet mörker är


en del av en dikt, skriven av erik blomberg. ska finnas med i en diktanalys som ska vara klar på fredag.
än så länge är den oskriven.
än så länge har jag inte skärpt mig.

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