Launchorasince 2014
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The door

There is nothing standing between me and that room except for that door

That hard wooden door that keeps my loved one behind hiding

Hiding in the gloomy shadows of the darkness of the lonely room

That room with four walls that’s keeping all of his secrets. Should I knock and enter or should I leave

Not knowing what’s happening inside. I haven’t asked him for anything, and I did not approach him

He did it all, he alone approached me, and he alone confessed. He alone fell in love and he alone

Trusted my words. Not that I lied but he did, I trusted him and for that I can’t be the only one that cries, I had to buckle up and put my senses together for once in my life.

When a relationship isn't good for you, and while you know it you can’t help but hold on tighter to the one you love being afraid you might never fall in love again.

I always believed that being alive was for one’s family, as I grew older it changed I began thinking that being alive was a myth. I’m alive because I breathe.

Love isn't something I want it’s something I need in order to survive. Without it I’m lost, what should I do?

The me who never understood love always thought that life offers love only to those who deserve it

But how about me will I ever be able to knock that door. Will I trust my self, I can’t give in yet

But I can try. Try to learn how to trust one’s words. Should I believe him when he says he loves me

I know that since the moment you learn how to talk listening becomes hard.

I saw tonight the most beautiful set of stars eyes can ever see and now listening to Cat Stevens

I find myself so small in this big world. I know that there is so much for me to learn in this world but

I hate the wait. To wait for that moment when you can finally tell that you have matured and

That you are not afraid of making mistakes anymore. I am young I’m twenty I have time to make

Mistakes and learn from them but that to me is just a thought

I don’t have time to make mistakes there is no such thing as three chances

If you make a mistake then it’s a mistake and it’ll follow you for the rest of your life

It doesn’t matter if you’ve learnt from it

What matters is that you weren’t ready enough to take on such a task

There is no room for mistakes and there is no choice nor chance to learn from a mistake