They'll be with you when you're happy. When you joke and when you smile and when you're fine.
They'll be with you as long as you don't bother them. As long as you don't bring trouble.
They'll be with you when it's shiny and bright.
They'll be with you and love you so much when you're no problem at all.
Made of sugar and spice, when you are. And everything nice...or at least pretend that you are.
They will love you so much, that they'll fly away as soon as darkness falls.
As soon as the night shadows surround you and you're choking with pain. They will fly away.
They won't be around when you're crying and won't be around when you need help.
There is no one when you're in pain. You're such a pain in the ass.
Truth must be denied.
Bliss must be faked.
Pain must be masked.
Hide.
3 коментара:
Замислих се откога не съм чел нещо по-жизнерадостно в блога ти... върнах няколко страници с постове назад, докато намеря последния такъв текст.
Знам че тия рядко минават (поне при мен), но "Хей, я го давай по-ведро!" :)
Циндилски, така е, затова и пиша по-рядко, да не занимавам хората с това. Изненадах се да те видя тук. Дано при теб всичко е наред.
Не се изненадвай толкова - все пак си ми в топ 3 на най-четените блогове :) Иначе съм ОК, да :)
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