Wenn mein Stern vom Himmel fällt...
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I sit there trembling with disappointment, my arms around my legs, I never thought that one could fall from cloud 7 to the stony earth so quickly. As soon as I am floating, the harsh reality catches up with me again. As soon as I am in love for a few minutes, this feeling is destroyed in less than 20 seconds. As soon as I am ... really alive again for the first time in a long time, my life is already being stolen from me. I lean my head against the cold wall, suppressing a sob. I was previously told to watch out if I fell in love. I always paid attention to that, always careful to pay attention to the character and wisdom of the person. And you have proven to me that you have an unusual, yet individual character and that one sentence is wisdom enough. With this fire you touch my little, inexperienced heart, which has already got to know every form of pain. But not love and the sorrow that follows. It's beating like crazy, on fire, and charged with a static tingling sensation I've never felt before. I can still feel it when I just close my eyes and call your face into my thoughts. But I don't want to. It tears my soul into a thousand pieces when I hear your last words, but they are addressed to another person. I only want to kiss your lips once, because you are the person, the first love in my life. Before that, the only thing I loved is my village and my family. But even my family doesn't stay with me. Do you know how much mental pain I've had to endure? How do you know if you've never looked at me closely. How often I have a guilty conscience because I might have been able to help my mother if I hadn't been so stubborn and if I hadn't shirked all that learning. I've been taught to be loyal to the village, but you weren't. Still I can love you This is crazy?! After all, I am so loyal and had I been given the free choice, I would still be in my village, looking for you to wipe you out. If you'd rather let this happen, then I don't have to choke on my own tears that only your words caused. What is the value of love? The subsequent lovesickness lasts much longer and covers the most beautiful memories, although I will probably never experience beautiful moments with you.From childhood on, particularly emotional feelings were never there, at least not positive ones. The pain over the loss of important people in my life is not that bad, however, because I have never felt a pronounced feeling of happiness. But now, now that I've lifted off, flooded with the most beautiful feeling in my whole life, the fall is of course a lot worse. I used to be afraid of flying, but you take away my fear of heights and I flown as smoothly as the queen of the air.
I would let you go so that you can be happy. Even if the pain broke me! As always, I'm the sensible one who has to forego feelings. Or, for me, reason wins out over love and all that junk, as you would call it! But the worst thing you can do to me would be to give her what I've always dreamed of: children. The worst sentence you can say to her wouldn't be, 'I love you! 'but' Do you want to be my wife? '. My heart of ice, frozen by your words and your deeds, would shatter. You would crush it and throw it carelessly in the corner, even if it were unintentional. To be happy with you was the most impossible wish in my whole life and, since I am too sensible, I reject almost every dream and all my wishes anyway. Because these are nothing more than proof of its own existence. But I no longer need this confirmation. I woke up from the long and cruel fall and see the world with different eyes. I don't want to get up anymore, what is the point of all this? I have to die anyway. Why keep fighting when I've arrived in the darkest corner anyway. From me you can tell anyone how you broke my heart. You could have painted it in the sky or even soaked it in the ground with my blood, the letters with the blood that still flows in my veins. Everything we've ever built is now gone. What have we already built up? Nothing! I've failed, and it's not the first time in my life. The worst part is that I failed without a fight. You don't even give me a chance to fight for you, and that's when I choke on me. My heart was untouched and unharmed until you came. You will be the only man I will love I realized that. After you love again will be impossible. If I had fought for you, I would not only have given up my heart, but also my soul, my fighting spirit. Who can love and live without a heart and soul? None! All that would be left behind would be a marionette of merciless life who has put all of her possessions at risk, even though she knows full well that she would lose. Maybe you don't notice it, but haven't I been at the mercy of you from the start?Isn't it true from the start? Didn't you cast a spell over me from the start and take everything away from me? Because when I dive deep inside myself looking for answers, I just feel like an empty shell. An empty shell that has won a thousand fights and conceded defeat in the last. It is the decisive battle for my existence. And your triumph slashes my whole body. The red liquid of life, the drops of sadness and the dust of indescribability - blood, tears and happiness - leave a body that has long since died and the open wounds remain open to this day. But what do you care what I feel? I'm just one girl of many who would never play a leading role in your theater, in your life. I'm only responsible for the costumes that refine or distort the individual actors. And you don't even know that I make the costumes, because what is important about me to remember my name when you, as the director, only have eyes for the lead role, that she does everything perfectly and you every single detail catches the eye. I never stand a chance against them, so I'll leave it alone. I don't want to intervene in your life, it can only hurt you and destroy our friendship.
It breaks my heart, especially now when I think about each other like that. Still ... I would have loved to have been just your girl, would have accepted everything. But if you don't want me, then I'll keep loving you in secret. Then your lips and your kisses will remain an eternal secret to me. It would be a hidden wish for me forever and these questions would torment me for life but this was worth it! It's a bittersweet love that can never be fulfilled, but that you can hold on to, no matter how pointless it is. As long as I know you’re okay, I may be able to refrain from my gaping wounds. You will remain the perfect, unapproachable prince for me, for whom I will wait centuries, just as I will always remain the innocent girl for you who will forever mourn for you and can never stop loving you. I no longer want to quench my longing for you, because this screaming agony shows me that I am alive and makes the pain of the past fade away. Because now I only have eyes for you, a feeling for what you have triggered and only have three words that I absolutely want to get rid of in my life: I LOVE YOU! And nobody else. But it's not just love, there is also hate involved. Yeah I hate you because I can't hate you Not even a little, because I love you too much for that. I prefer you hate me because it's kind of a kind of affection too. You protect me more or less from the fall, because you reject me, but unfortunately ... we are friends, you let me reach you.I try to fight back, but I don't succeed. 'Cause I can't resist you In my life, only broken glass was thrown at me. Why glass? Because glass had an indescribable beauty and at the same time it can leave large wounds. My body is littered with scratches and cuts, because instead of getting praise, you throw the pieces that resemble a crystal. Glass is actually more beautiful than crystal because it has no edges or corners, is smooth like ice and clear like fresh water. It looks perfect, you can shape it however you want. But if you see the world with different eyes, like me, glass is perfect, but a crystal is what you call a person! With quirks, corners and edges. I see my quirks as my indescribability, but am I really that? Or do you see me like glass, you see through me, you don't pay attention to what is beautiful about me. But do you know what I saw you as? As a perfectly wrapped, golden package and I was afraid to open it, it was so nicely wrapped. Today I made up my mind to find out who you really are, but it was too late. She opened the present in front of me and the most wonderful man for me has been taken. At this point there was still one sentence on my lips and now it burns into my heart. Now I whisper it in the darkness of the night, just let the stars know my wish. “Take my hand and take me to a place where no one has been before!” But you will never do that. You will definitely go with her into the untrodden world. But now I don't want anything anymore. For me this love has no value and never will have it again. Get happy with her or not, I don't care. Because I know you can be happy and smile right one day, but as long as you don't realize how much I suffer, I don't care. As long as you don't see what's really going on with me, I'll stay close to you. But if you look through me, look into my eyes and ask what I have ... then I'll go because I wouldn't have the heart to reveal my life to you. If you knew what feelings are going on inside me, it would just be an additional burden for me. I couldn't stand the indifference, but it would be even less feelings if you showed them. Rather treat me as
Impossible - impossible
[color = violet]"I would bring down the stars for someone, but I don't know for whom. Because they are all already dead!"
[/color]When someone says such a sentence to you, you can feel your heart beating faster, don't you? This sentence ... it contains so much feeling and seems to be the perfection of an evolving and passionate love. But a third person has no place for perfect love and that person is me.
I sit there trembling with disappointment, my arms around my legs, I never thought that one could fall from cloud 7 to the stony earth so quickly. As soon as I am floating, the harsh reality catches up with me again. As soon as I am in love for a few minutes, this feeling is destroyed in less than 20 seconds. As soon as I am ... really alive again for the first time in a long time, my life is already being stolen from me. I lean my head against the cold wall, suppressing a sob. I was previously told to watch out if I fell in love. I always paid attention to that, always careful to pay attention to the character and wisdom of the person. And you have proven to me that you have an unusual, yet individual character and that one sentence is wisdom enough. With this fire you touch my little, inexperienced heart, which has already got to know every form of pain. But not love and the sorrow that follows. It's beating like crazy, on fire, and charged with a static tingling sensation I've never felt before. I can still feel it when I just close my eyes and call your face into my thoughts. But I don't want to. It tears my soul into a thousand pieces when I hear your last words, but they are addressed to another person. I only want to kiss your lips once, because you are the person, the first love in my life. Before that, the only thing I loved is my village and my family. But even my family doesn't stay with me. Do you know how much mental pain I've had to endure? How do you know if you've never looked at me closely. How often I have a guilty conscience because I might have been able to help my mother if I hadn't been so stubborn and if I hadn't shirked all that learning. I've been taught to be loyal to the village, but you weren't. Still I can love you This is crazy?! After all, I am so loyal and had I been given the free choice, I would still be in my village, looking for you to wipe you out. If you'd rather let this happen, then I don't have to choke on my own tears that only your words caused. What is the value of love? The subsequent lovesickness lasts much longer and covers the most beautiful memories, although I will probably never experience beautiful moments with you.From childhood on, particularly emotional feelings were never there, at least not positive ones. The pain over the loss of important people in my life is not that bad, however, because I have never felt a pronounced feeling of happiness. But now, now that I've lifted off, flooded with the most beautiful feeling in my whole life, the fall is of course a lot worse. I used to be afraid of flying, but you take away my fear of heights and I flown as smoothly as the queen of the air.
I would let you go so that you can be happy. Even if the pain broke me! As always, I'm the sensible one who has to forego feelings. Or, for me, reason wins out over love and all that junk, as you would call it! But the worst thing you can do to me would be to give her what I've always dreamed of: children. The worst sentence you can say to her wouldn't be, 'I love you! 'but' Do you want to be my wife? '. My heart of ice, frozen by your words and your deeds, would shatter. You would crush it and throw it carelessly in the corner, even if it were unintentional. To be happy with you was the most impossible wish in my whole life and, since I am too sensible, I reject almost every dream and all my wishes anyway. Because these are nothing more than proof of its own existence. But I no longer need this confirmation. I woke up from the long and cruel fall and see the world with different eyes. I don't want to get up anymore, what is the point of all this? I have to die anyway. Why keep fighting when I've arrived in the darkest corner anyway. From me you can tell anyone how you broke my heart. You could have painted it in the sky or even soaked it in the ground with my blood, the letters with the blood that still flows in my veins. Everything we've ever built is now gone. What have we already built up? Nothing! I've failed, and it's not the first time in my life. The worst part is that I failed without a fight. You don't even give me a chance to fight for you, and that's when I choke on me. My heart was untouched and unharmed until you came. You will be the only man I will love I realized that. After you love again will be impossible. If I had fought for you, I would not only have given up my heart, but also my soul, my fighting spirit. Who can love and live without a heart and soul? None! All that would be left behind would be a marionette of merciless life who has put all of her possessions at risk, even though she knows full well that she would lose. Maybe you don't notice it, but haven't I been at the mercy of you from the start?Isn't it true from the start? Didn't you cast a spell over me from the start and take everything away from me? Because when I dive deep inside myself looking for answers, I just feel like an empty shell. An empty shell that has won a thousand fights and conceded defeat in the last. It is the decisive battle for my existence. And your triumph slashes my whole body. The red liquid of life, the drops of sadness and the dust of indescribability - blood, tears and happiness - leave a body that has long since died and the open wounds remain open to this day. But what do you care what I feel? I'm just one girl of many who would never play a leading role in your theater, in your life. I'm only responsible for the costumes that refine or distort the individual actors. And you don't even know that I make the costumes, because what is important about me to remember my name when you, as the director, only have eyes for the lead role, that she does everything perfectly and you every single detail catches the eye. I never stand a chance against them, so I'll leave it alone. I don't want to intervene in your life, it can only hurt you and destroy our friendship.
It breaks my heart, especially now when I think about each other like that. Still ... I would have loved to have been just your girl, would have accepted everything. But if you don't want me, then I'll keep loving you in secret. Then your lips and your kisses will remain an eternal secret to me. It would be a hidden wish for me forever and these questions would torment me for life but this was worth it! It's a bittersweet love that can never be fulfilled, but that you can hold on to, no matter how pointless it is. As long as I know you’re okay, I may be able to refrain from my gaping wounds. You will remain the perfect, unapproachable prince for me, for whom I will wait centuries, just as I will always remain the innocent girl for you who will forever mourn for you and can never stop loving you. I no longer want to quench my longing for you, because this screaming agony shows me that I am alive and makes the pain of the past fade away. Because now I only have eyes for you, a feeling for what you have triggered and only have three words that I absolutely want to get rid of in my life: I LOVE YOU! And nobody else. But it's not just love, there is also hate involved. Yeah I hate you because I can't hate you Not even a little, because I love you too much for that. I prefer you hate me because it's kind of a kind of affection too. You protect me more or less from the fall, because you reject me, but unfortunately ... we are friends, you let me reach you.I try to fight back, but I don't succeed. 'Cause I can't resist you In my life, only broken glass was thrown at me. Why glass? Because glass had an indescribable beauty and at the same time it can leave large wounds. My body is littered with scratches and cuts, because instead of getting praise, you throw the pieces that resemble a crystal. Glass is actually more beautiful than crystal because it has no edges or corners, is smooth like ice and clear like fresh water. It looks perfect, you can shape it however you want. But if you see the world with different eyes, like me, glass is perfect, but a crystal is what you call a person! With quirks, corners and edges. I see my quirks as my indescribability, but am I really that? Or do you see me like glass, you see through me, you don't pay attention to what is beautiful about me. But do you know what I saw you as? As a perfectly wrapped, golden package and I was afraid to open it, it was so nicely wrapped. Today I made up my mind to find out who you really are, but it was too late. She opened the present in front of me and the most wonderful man for me has been taken. At this point there was still one sentence on my lips and now it burns into my heart. Now I whisper it in the darkness of the night, just let the stars know my wish. “Take my hand and take me to a place where no one has been before!” But you will never do that. You will definitely go with her into the untrodden world. But now I don't want anything anymore. For me this love has no value and never will have it again. Get happy with her or not, I don't care. Because I know you can be happy and smile right one day, but as long as you don't realize how much I suffer, I don't care. As long as you don't see what's really going on with me, I'll stay close to you. But if you look through me, look into my eyes and ask what I have ... then I'll go because I wouldn't have the heart to reveal my life to you. If you knew what feelings are going on inside me, it would just be an additional burden for me. I couldn't stand the indifference, but it would be even less feelings if you showed them. Rather treat me as