A Heart of Gold & Stone

The mountain road is bumpy, their cabbage is still green. The autumn sun is dancing with the sparkling silence and the orange trees. My heart is hidden underneath the rocks of time… but always open to your dreams. It’s almost out of reach, but trust the acorns – it’s searching for your lips. Life is…

Sorry

In my head, you look at other women but you never say you’re sorry. In real life, you throw my phone and push me but it’s me who has to say I’m sorry… cause of her. In my¬†memories, you brought thoughts of him dragging me around for not making tea, whispering I’m sorry. In my…

Thursday

Here we are, eating peppers and cheese. Your keyboard is whispering. My coffee is getting cold. I’m here with you but my thoughts are with her. So brave, observant, loving, and independent. Aww, girl, when you smile and say Ciao, my heart melts away in love. But I’m here, and deep inside I’m hurt. Cold…

Angel

Void. Mess. Indifference. Cough. You’re the angel that makes my darkness sacred.  

Storms – No Warning

Flying above the clouds of pain, I’m almost there – ready to dive and catch the waves of happiness. I see my life so white, so clearly. But then you break my wings, like a storm that comes¬†with no warning. My colourful feathers start to rot in silent despair. I hide my wings in the…

Time, Stop!

Hey, Time, stop! I want to be able to see myself in her big eyes forever. But I know that there’s so much for her to see out there, so I need to let go. Well, Time, just keep flying. I guess I’ll put my sunglasses to hide my tears tomorrow.

An Autumnal Bubble? Or a Prison?

It’s warm again. The colours and the trees are exchanging pretty dresses. In this autumnal carnival, I’d love to talk to talk to you and dance in our bubble of eternal feelings. But no, your rainy bubble is not a playful leaf. It’s my scary prison – like a burning candle in a rotting pumpkin….