sâmbătă, 19 februarie 2011

Please, come back!

Can’t stand the lack

of love and peace

without your kiss.

Your face, your grin,

my so-loved dream,

through nearsight,

this very night

I want to see

then feel I’m free.

You and me,

under a tree

so white of snow

that grow and grow

’cause of my tears,

my frozen fears.

I need your hug.

Without my drug,

my love, my peace,

your sweety kiss

just can’t be well

inside cold hell.

sâmbătă, 25 septembrie 2010

Not again...

Return to your suppose-to-be-in place
as your ears can’t stand them yelling anymore.
Find too much people to talk to
but less than no one to understand. Or feel.
Got the phone out of your sight
as you could call him.
His words don’t translate, as they never did.
Try to think
but your brain is empty. Again.
And your everything else is full of pain and memories.
Something flashes in the dark of your mind
after a few moments.
That wish…remember?
No, you can just feel it.
And force yourself to forget it,
because there’s no choice.
Sarcastic smile.
Then afraid. Then sorry.

Then nothing.