Tag Archives: Memories

Rows of light

It’s true, isn’t it?
You trembled a bit when you touched me?
I can’t forget about it
Cause it meant something

This is what keeps me awake
This is my pain
Can you feel it?

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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

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Empty Fix

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

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Maybe next time…

In another life
I would be your girl
We keep all our promises
Be us against the world

(Katy Perry)

He is moving away.
It will take such a huge burden from me.
The moment he leaves,
I’ll be weightless. Free.
I’ll never again see him as an option.

The moment he leaves,
I’ll be breathless.
It will leave me paralyzed.
I’m still waiting for our first kiss.
It will make him better than he could ever be.

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Starlit

Stay, my love
Don’t you want to wait until this sunset is over?
Don’t you want to look at the stars with me?
We could be covered by a beautiful silence
It’s cold and the sky will be clear tonight
The only warmth would be the spot
where the palms of our hands touched
Just like that one night in November
Do you think of it sometimes?
Well, I do.
I remember it whenever I look into your eyes
I can still see the reflection of the marketsquare in them
And I still feel the cobblestone beneath my feet
I think of it when I look at the stars
It was a starlit night too, wasn’t it?
Stay with me, love
I want to make so much more memories.

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Dear Love

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If I could forget, then I could let you go.
But I remember each detail of each day we shared.
I remember your words as if I recorded them,
to listen to them every night before I fall asleep.

On my mind I can see you standing there,
at the trainstation, at our meetingpoint.
I remember the clothes you wore,
and the ones I wore and how you liked them.

I can recall the smell of your hair
and the warmth of your hug
and the colour of your eyes
and the sound of your voice.

If I could forget, then I could let you go.
But I hold the memories like a treasure.
And with them I hold the pain.

What if we never met again?
Just in case I would be happy
to remember all the details.

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