So hier nun die ersten beiden, von drei texten, die als so was wie ein schauspiel zu verstehen sind ^^ Viel spass beim lesen und ich wäre dankbar für feedback teenage poetry, first act. I hear you weep I feel you're hurt through this door you closed in front of me I miss you, but i shouldn't And now you sketch the edges of our love with the infirmness we both showed way to much. but I know our story isn't over no it isn't over yet. barely I exspect that you still love me for you affirmed it, you affirmed too many times. I miss you, but I couldn't for now you sketch the edges of our love with the cogency wich is given to you, way to much teenage poetry teenage poetry is worth a whole life or less. Teenage Poetry, second act. Following the path that you lead, I still see all the things, that first seemed to be so clear. But now it's nothing more than shadows in here, forming constant memories of the time we had. Why it must be that hard to break with the ones I know, especially you. I still try to distract from you, what else can I do? What would you do if you lose your biggest part? To often I tried to describe myself but everytime I come to the discernment I'm not able to draw a straight line around the things I got. It's way easier to destroy my mind, then my health. Still I fear this loss inside. (Stupid and meaningless teenage pride) Just before the day we parted I missed what you've been to me. (I told myself to long that everythings ok) Why this eyes, even now shining so bright, can be too blind to see? (They love so periodically) But I won't regret the things I've done or denied. (No, I'm tired. Just tired of fighting.) Sometimes i want to spread this tattered wings, but I ran away way to much. No, It's not worthy anymore now that I'm out of touch but i wont beg you to come back. But deep inside I know I'll do. I'll get back in this run down shoes, get back on the street. I fear I'll be pulled back to you by my neverending creed. (Finally I understood that I'm not your life,) but I concern my life is you. Still I fear this loss inside. (But it isn't worth to hide) Just before the day we parted I missed what you've been to me. (Still telling myself, everything's ok) Why this eyes, even now shining so bright, can be too blind to see? (They lie so periodically) But I won't regret the things I've said or denied. (No, I'm tired. Just tired of hiding.) teenage poetry teenage poetry is worth a whole life or less. sind nur rohversionen bisher, also entschuldigt bitte das schlechte englisch.