Precious Love

Hold your body close to mine, So I can feel your warmth and it would be fine. I feel my fingers spuddle with the blankets; shuddering from the beat of your own heart. Our hearts, each their own rhythm; yet there’s nothing in between keeping their uniqueness apart… … Lay your hand on the place

Hallucination

My headache feels like a stabbing knife, reaching out for pain. My bloodstream is aching in my vein. .. I feel my eyelids are hurting  causing there constant closing.. Eyelashes falling out, from their battle of the poisoned tears; they’re sadly losing.. .. My knuckles are bruised from the fight, I feel my cold water

Awake

I let my fingers wander to the cuts in the wooden table, like the wounds of our past ; slowly appearing back. … I take a sip from my tear stained glass of water, just to swallow the memories, and soon enough my vision is turning black.. ….. When the sound of the refrigerator slowly

Good night

Our eyelids are almost closing, I pour myself a glass of water or maybe a glass of wine. Maybe with a sweet sounding ballad before, Ill be fine.. .. With a good night kiss on my lonely cheek, Just admit it’s the next morning for we all seek; To see the people we love, But

Singer

Her voice fills itself in the empty room, Discovering a new melody as a new fragile bloom; …. Whispering through souls, At the same time firm in speaking, Through hearts beating With her own feelings and experiences; Each their own emotions and differences. …. Closing eyes while taking a breath, Strumming strings constantly like a

Without You

I feel the tears dripping all the way from my eyes to my ice cold cheeks… It is the sweetness for our lips  for which we seek, they’re now rich from the eternal salt, biting again and again in this fault.. ….. Bloodied lips, the horrible wine, I seem to drink again, with such unpleasure