My name is Mai. I have so far lived for 21 years and most of those years have I spent in my beloved birth country Denmark. I love to write and I often write poetry and song lyrics for my music. I have lived half a year in USA, which is one of the many reasons that I value the english language so much, though I do espesially love the various accents from Great Brittain. I am, for a fact, actually seriously considering moving to England. Anyway: read, if you'd like, my posts and feel very free to commend on them.
A little trace of wrinkles on her face From an act of kindness that she disgrace A neat ajustment on her satin lace That is holding her together In her purple haze While the sinister and sad her...
Quentin don't go Quentin come back I gave you life. Please cut me some slack Quentin don't sing Quentin behave Where are my roses. Don't dance on my grave.
The drug of the thought The burning of mind The ache of the soul And the vision of the blind The innocent thought Followed by a dream Converting to a blushing A quite thrilling scene What a...
How is it possible To reach you . How is it possible to Get hold of you . Why is a simple connection So Damned Difficult. Just press the button Just write it Just show up.
The other day I thought of something Strange Imagine, if there are a billion parralel universes Across time Then, the best time of your life Is always Happening Right now.
Care for me At least pretend Truth will not My pride defend Sleeping, weeping Safe and sound What goes around Comes around.
Just to say please Make me weep When I wonder why I am beside you In your bed Not mine Never. At least Call me your friend If you can not Call me Anything else. Please.
Where you seek, you shall find.. What you find, you shall get.. What you get, you will lose.. What you loose, you can not redeem.. Remember redemption. What you see, redeem to your heart.
Facebook's made for stalking So stalking's what I do. And if you are on facebook, Then I'm gonna stalk on you!.
It seemed as such a good idea; To put you in the back of my trunk And tie you in barbed wire And light the car on fire But then I realised that I was drunk.
What a wonderful weakness What a lovely way to suffer What a pretty sort of evil What a way to be an offer.
Knowing the fact that I do not matter. Knowing that you do not even notice my breath against your ear. Your mouth. Soft silk against my neck. Small strikes of electricity.
Choices I make, bonds that we break Falling from sky, don't let me cry Feeling the burn, life takes a turn Making my day, throw me away Wrong but still right, soul in a fight Waiting to kill,...