I tried to publicly hate you, to quietly forget you and to aggressively erase every rose-coloured memory you gave me. I cursed your haunting name and wrote your initials on a blank paper, then burnt it in the dancing, dying flames, as I stood under the silver light of the becoming moon. I have forced … Continue reading happy for you
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
The melody of the city Oh London, I was dreaming about you again. I woke up disoriented, homesick for your foreign magic, your crowded streets and your Victorian architecture. Yearning for your bittersweet taste & the sweet, cool smell of your early mornings. I’m craving for your sights to touch my eyes again. I want … Continue reading London, my beloved
I didn’t realise how far gone I was, how I lost myself, until I found little pieces of myself back again in places I hadn’t been for a long time. I found parts in the mirror on my wardrobe, in lyrics of the songs that I once wrote, in the laughter of my family and … Continue reading L.o.s.t.m.y.s.e.l.f.
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.
maybe i will always wander, perhaps i will never find a physical place to call home. maybe i won’t settle for anything or anyone in his world. and perhaps this is, all because i know. this life has so much to offer and i don’t want to miss a single part of it. i don’t … Continue reading a little bit of magic.