The Writer

Once I was in love with a writer
He wrote me poems
They made me cry

I told him that
He was cofused

His words were never meant to hurt
They were meant to make me happy

Day Thirteen

You’re fading
But your smell remains on my bed sheets

You’re fading
But the wind whispers with your voice

You’re fading
But lying on the ground I can feel your heartbeat

You’re fading
But my blood tastes like your breath

You’re fading
But the stars are still the same we looked at

Empty Fix

Trying to find you
I went through all my memories
But those empty copies lost you
The feeling is gone

God knows I’m not dying
but I breathe now
God knows
it’s the only way to heal now

You’re unfair and I’m so dumb

It’s your project
To put me on a pedestal
So next time you kick me down
It will challenge you
To build me up again

A Light That Never Goes Out

Driving in your car

I never never want to go home

Because I haven’t got one anymore

And if a ten-ton-truck kills the both of us

To die by your side

Well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine

 

Poisonous Soil

You were the beauty in me

Now that you’re gone I can’t look at myself
The mirror wants to burst at my sight
I’ve turned gray and ugly and dry and old

My heart is withering
You cut off the roots of beauty in my soul
And poisoned the soil of my fields
No love can grow there any more