I will sit next to you, tonight in my dream.. And if you dream the same, we might see each other for real..

She's waiting for me to get over you, while I'm trying my hardest to let go..

Night

If there's nothing to do and the grey clouds during the day aren't capable of bringing one's mood up, then one might as well just sleep the long hours of the day and enjoy the comfort of the night.. As the night doesn't fool you, the darkness is always the same, there are no promises of sunshine and everything looks exactly as it did the night before..

Dead - Alive

You haven't made me immortal but you have surely killed me and I'm dead - alive...

Knowing that my heart will never work again,

knowing that no one will ever be able to be close to me..

So what's left is some silly game that I play each afternoon I wake,

each night I live, until my body is so exhausted

that I will go to rest again early in the morning..

The pursuit of happiness I once craved is nothing but a joke..

Expecting to receive a message of someone, informing me that you no longer exist,

each day when I eventually wake, just so that I can die a little bit more

as only in you I'm still alive and your last breath will be mine..

Rejection truly does cause pain, therefore anger and maybe even insanity..

What destroys me the most is that this does not bother you because if it would,

you wouldn't have killed me in the first place..

Return to sender..

I can feel it again..

My unique heart that has not just two but

three beats that are never in the same rhythm..

Yes, it's as strong as ever and the fire, the passion,
the longing for more are slowly returning..

Even though I'm glad to have it back,

there in my chest where it belongs,
it means, you no longer hold my heart..

This is it, I guess.. 

You go your way and I'll go mine..
All that remains is the memory of what once was..

When I gave you my heart..

.. I thought you'd look after it, I thought you knew what to do with it, I thought it was safe in your hands..

I don't know where you've put it but my chest feels empty and kinda hurts.. Did you misplace it somewhere? Is it somewhere underneath your mountain of clothes in your wardrobe? Is dust falling on it? Have you kept it somewhere warm or did you leave it outside in the bushes?

I'm sorry you didn't find any use for it.. It's nothing you could have traded anything better for.. It was just a piece of flesh and muscles that was beating a rhythm.. Does it still work? Have you checked?

It was a bit damaged before, some scars, maybe even some of it missing.. But I remember it was also passionate, it had fire and a certain longing for more.. After all, it's my heart and to me it was okay just as it was..

So, if you find it; could you please return it to me? I'd really like to have my heart back because I need it now more than ever.. I'd be really grateful..

 

I heard I should follow my heart.... I think my heart's a cheeky little bastard and without using my head once in a while, I'd be sitting in the gutter...

Pure but..

Pure but tortured soul trying to find peace only to find more pain..
What else is this soul supposed to do? Pain is all she ever knew..
I say allow it.. Find pleasure without harming yourself..

Pure but tortured soul, you deserve to feel good about yourself not disappointed..
The goal may seem so far but it’s there..
Don’t blur it away with the lines you know so well..

Pure but tortured soul your voice is dragging..
Dragging like a heavy bag full of sand, slowly pulled across an old dirty pavement..
I wonder if you miss your fluent and witty voice that’s skipping so lightly and joyful..

Pure but tortured soul, you’re not alone..
You know where to find the exit out of this misery..
And even in the darkness of it all, I’m here to hold the torch and walk with you..

Hey there fairy-dust..

What a coincidence to have found you.. I didn’t even know I was looking for you..

But there you were, mysterious, so precious and my curious nature didn’t allow me to ignore you..

At first touch I knew you were electrifying, I could feel your power rush through my body..

The connection, the unexplainable comfort in the unknown were not a part of my imagination..

Now I discover you, your magic is fascinating but yet so deep, it feels familiar and secure..

Your fine dust appears to be crystal clear, even breathtaking and represents the beauty within you..

Even though your stamina seems to have no limits, you could be blown away by a small breath of air..

I realise that you are not to be captured as your freedom is your heartbeat and your passion is your desire..

I hope by the time, my fairy-dust, when the wind will blow, I too will turn into fairy-dust…