I must keep on...



 

  • For how much longer am I able to keep on living on a lie?
  • For how much longer am I able to listen to my dad telling me about all the single men he knows?
  • For how much longer am I able to keep on listen to nosey old ladies, wondering if I am going to get married soon?
  • For how much longer am I able to stay sane?

 
 
 

She asks me...


 
to come and stay with her, she does not know how special my love for her is...



I hugged her, and...


 
She was crying, cause I had to leave her behind.
My cheek got wet because of her tears, and I never dried it away.
She kissed me, and I can still feel her lips towards my lips.

I can still feel her hair.

Froeya 1999 ©