In my own little twisted way
I wish I could turn back
That day
And that our story will be like
One of those novels
I read everyday
Where the flowers grow
Together with all the hopes of tommorrow
And where you dont only dream at night,
But you also wake up in one
Even when it rains,
and you think that god complains.
And when the main character thinks,
that there is no other way
I know we will be together
Because the writer
could not think of any other way
So I
still clame you,
As mine..