Maybe I’ll pack all my things and I move there tomorrowStart a new life, take the train and change my nameI did it before and I would do it once againThey called me out, but they didn’t understand So, here’s to the lost dreamsHere’s to the wandering heartsHere’s to the meant to be’s, that didn’t … Continue reading Here's to the lost dreams
A Poem About (His) Love I met a man, gentle as a summer breeze and sweet as honey. His hands are big enough to carry my heavy-heart and bring it to a place of calmness and serenity. His blond hair is soft, as my fingers run through it, and his eyes express compassion and love … Continue reading A Poem About (His) Love
it both chokes me and frees me, haunts me and inspires me, breaks me and heals me, leaves a bittersweet aftertaste in the corners of my mouth. the night holds my heart in the way you used to hold this damaged organ. i remember how you held my hand, unwillingly to let go, while strolling … Continue reading melancholia.
This angelic creature was tortured by demonic thoughts. He could not escape, as he laid there in his unmade bed, in complete silence. There was an empty bottle of rum besides his matress and a few unopened letters. The air in the room was dirty and I could smell a scent of unwashed laundry. There … Continue reading Silence.
I lost the keys to my heart So I’ve been sleeping with doors wide open Wind’s blowing through the window I’m hoping You come in with the rain Cause I’ve been wasting my nights sleeping alone Or sharing my bed with this guy I don’t know And his cigarette smoke takes the pain for a … Continue reading Cigarette Smoke
life’s getting better. the sun started to shine again. the mornings are lighter & the nights a little less heavy. the nightmares are gone. my mind is clearer now. my hands stopped shaking & my stomach doesn’t hurt anymore. my eyes aren’t burning anymore. my breath reminds me of being alive. i feel grateful. for … Continue reading life's getting better.
I don’t think pain fades. I know memories fade, but can also be brought back easily by a reminder through the senses. But once love fades, was it even love in the first place? I don’t know, maybe? I knew that it was love, because no matter how hurt I was, I never stopped loving. … Continue reading Never Fade