Second Home

My hair smells like the salty sea breeze, my lips taste like the North Sea. My skin feels sticky from the sun cream, the sand itches between my toes. I’m lying on my towel, with a song from Riley Roth on repeat in my headphones. Yes, this beach is my second home. …………… Song tip:

You’re Getting Married

I keep asking myself why I got invited to your wedding. Did you wanted to make me feel hurt? .. I’m standing here all alone and I’m hiding from the crowd. .. I have to hide my feelings for you so I put on a mask, even though I prefer to cry in the back.

I Really Want To Marry You

I really want to know the way you look in your dress; my beautiful bride. .. I really want to know the way you look in your suit; my gorgeous groom. .. I really want to know the way you look in this room; brightened by God’s light. .. I really want to know how

The Roses At Your Grave Are Dead

The roses at your grave are dead.   Tonight I tried to call you but I know you won’t pick up the phone anymore. It’s so painful to kneel down into the pebble stones, my knees are shattered and I feel so alone.   The roses at your grave are dead.   I can’t bear