If you take a fish out the sea, it dies. Unless you put it in a fish bowl but then it’ll never be free again, still it might survive. Well, partially. The fish will continue being a fish but certainly…

One hundred days have passed.

In my naive beliefs

I hoped all memories would fade with time.

Trees have lost their leaves.

Bees have come like thieves

and our sunflowers are now staring 

at me while I'm standing here 

alone.

…

Some people are full of good intentions

They lay their opinions 

and flag their misbeliefs

they focus on the ifs

and they always claim to know better.

I find their views as tedious as my predictable ex-boyfriend.

What they claim…

I'm here looking at excuses

not to close my eyes and sleep.

My mind has the bruises

and my soul is looking deep

into something I still want to keep.

I feel like you left and I

tired to make…

Mum, turning my back on you

is pain, hurt and sacrifice.

You are my greatest love

The loveliest soul.

You are the sun

and all the waves in the sea.

You are all the stars in the sky

in this…

High up amongst the snowy clouds

my ground thoughts run past me with devotion 

Destiny ahead is free.

Anticipation beats the motion.

Lingering fire within.

I was going somewhere

at least so I thought

In and out

My mind is…

A place of war

that burns like a star.

A stage for pain

when love was vain.

I wield my mind

Back to back.

Not knowing what to expect.

Distance stretches misbelief 

like a lonesome flower

in a desert field.

…

Some handsome man

Sat across the room.

His smile burned the space between us.

And I held my voice so high in song.

Afraid he would be gone

before the music stopped.

One day a man came from far away

A big, strong and kind hearted man

came cross my way.

His eyes,

Blue as a summer wave.

His skin was soft.

Heavy love poured from his heart.

His mind was as…

To love and to leave. 
It hurts me to feel 
Such atrocious pain. 

Our hearts spin like a metal chain. 
Will it ever break again? 

To love and to weave. 

Needles and lanes. 
Our hearts beat for the season. 
Our…