Observing

And in that moment I remembered, I did recall what brought me here in the first place It was the feeling of truly being alive, it was the feeling that hit me when I was staring at the million rainbow coloured city lights It was the amount of people, all so different and unique, creating … Continue reading Observing

Too. Much.

I know I can be too much I love too much, I think too much, I want too much It’s just that I don’t know how to feel less Because feeling too much is all I’ve ever known It’s in my blood, my nerves, my bones, my brains, my soul It’s my oxygen, my fuel, … Continue reading Too. Much.

What to feel?

I’m not sure how to feel, what to think and how to act I feel kind of numb, I’ve been stuck inside my head The winds of change are whispering in my ears They beg me to follow, they dry my tears I feel lonely, but this feeling ain’t new to me I feel cold, … Continue reading What to feel?

love game

she looked at herself in her broken, dirty mirror she saw her own eyes staring right back at her it scared her to see the girl she had become the broken pieces in the flawed glass of reflection showed her scattered soul her eyes filled themselves with transparant drops of tears the silent sound of … Continue reading love game

Dear Dad

Dear Dad, Thank you for always doing the right thing. For being pure and honest, for being light and calmness. Thank you for raising me, with morals and with music, with melodies and movies. Thank you for always supporting me, for driving me places, having my back in phases, of life, where I find it … Continue reading Dear Dad

Confusion

Confusion in my mind, confusion in my heart, confusion in my body, confusion in every part. I change with the tides, my emotions fall and rise, they tangle and clutter, they intertwine and wander. There’s this voice in my head, this song in my heart, guiding me, telling me I should go that far. Don’t … Continue reading Confusion

Defining

You keep defining, deciding what labels suit you best What words do describe you, what excludes you from the rest All these words and constructions, these terms and definitions, propositions for admission Becoming an addiction, to put ourselves in a box, made and framed, constructed by our words, derived from our thoughts It’s a state, … Continue reading Defining

Poetic Lover

Every line he speaks to me, sounds like poetry Unintended and unaware, unconscious and unprepared I love the words he speaks, the letters that cross his lips I love the way he pronounces, every sentence sounds like magic I don’t think he knows, how much he makes me write How much he inspires me, all … Continue reading Poetic Lover