A poem for every day

Engel singen sanft und leise
ganz auf ihre Art und Weise.
Es sind die Winde,
die sie von Wolke zu Wolke tragen.
Es ist die Fantasie,
die sie leben lässt,und das Herz der Kinder höher schlagen lässt!
manche sterben sanft ,leicht auf Engels'Hand.
Waren Engel im Spiel?
man weiß es nicht,
doch trotztdem,deine fantasie
ist das einzige was nie zerbricht,
bleib so wie du bist,auch wenn du manchmal die Engel vergisst,
sie werden da sein,
wenn du sie brauchst.
Da hörte man die Flügel schlagen,
sie weit weg in den Himmel tragen.

Dank an eine gute Freundin, die dieses Gedicht verfasst hat und selber ein kleiner Engel ist :) <3

Ich sitze hier im Kerzenschein,
Und schaue in die Flamme rein,
Esse Kekse ohne Pause,
mal Weihnachtsmarkt, mal hier zuhause.

Draussen fällt der Schnee herunter,
die Flocken treiben's immer bunter,
ein Reh spitzt leise aus dem Wald,
mich fröstelt es, es wird ganz kalt.

Noch 15 Tage und was dann?
Freude so weit man sehen kann!
Bis dahin wartet auf dieses Fest,
dass euch aufs Christkind freuen lässt.

Schöne Adventsgrüße! :)<3

Last night I heard my own heart beating
Sounded like footsteps on my stairs
Six months gone and I'm still reaching
Even though I know you're not there

I was playing back a thousand memories, baby
Thinkin' 'bout everythin' we've been through
Maybe I've been goin' back too much lately
When time stood still and I had you

Come back, come back, come back to me like
You would, you would if this was a movie
Stand in the rain outside
'Til I came out

Come back, come back, come back to me like
You could, you could if you just said you're sorry
I know that we could work it out somehow
But if this was a movie you'd be here by now

I know people change and these things happen
But I remember how it was back then
Locked up in your arms and our friends were laughing
'Cause nothing like this ever happened to them

Now, I'm pacing down the hall, chasing down your street
Flashback to the night when you said to me
"Nothing's gonna change, not for me and you "
Not before I knew how much I had to lose

Come back, come back, come back to me like
You would, you would if this was a movie
Stand in the rain outside
'Til I came out

Come back, come back, come back to me like
You could, you could if you just said you're sorry
I know that we could work it out somehow
But if this was a movie you'd be here by now

If you're out there, if you're somewhere, if you're moving on
I've be waiting for you ever since you've been gone
I just want it back the way it was before
And I just wanna see you back at my front door

And I say come back, come back, come back to me like
You would before you said it's not that easy
Before the fight, before I locked you out
But I'd take it all back now

Come back, come back, come back to me like
You would, you would if this was a movie
Stand in the rain outside
'Til I came out

Come back, come back, come back to me like
You could, you could if you just said sorry
I know that we could work it out somehow
But if this was a movie you'd be here by now

You'd be here by now
It's not the kind of ending you wanna see now
Baby, what about the ending?
Oh, I thought you'd be here by now

That you'd be here by now. - Taylor Swift



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_16loR0kSFw&list=RDPDupDXTfRXk


Manchmal wäre es so schön,
wenn das Leben ein Film wäre,
einfach Schönes anhalten,
Schlimmes vorspulen,
zurückspulen um Dinge anders zu machen,
rausschneiden, was man nicht will,
Sachen einfügen, die man gern gehabt hätte,
das Band endlos in die Länge ziehen,
und ausschalten wenn man genug hat.