I write based on heart. I love based on thought. I think based on truth.
I wander in the dark Night by night. I must've gone blind. It should be easy to stop but I keep going in search of the
By Mihaela Vasileva6 years ago in Poets
Do you know why we hurt? Do you know why we hate? Maybe it's because we often forget, We're in a dying state. Time is our essence.
Did you get my message? Did you read it? Did you see it? Or did you just throw it out? Ignored it. I like writting to you.
I like to count Backwards and forwards. Forwards for the end. Backwards for the beginning. Four, three, two, one. One, two, three, four.
So here Is where it Ends. I never thought it would come so soon. Often, I imagine the infinite. But I am a fool, I know.
You want to hold my hand? Gently please, But tightly... That way... I won't lose you in the dark. You want to show me the light?
Face of grey, Heart of gold. Go far away, My hands are cold. Face of blue, Heart of bronze. This is true, I gave a chance.
Like paper, like paper, You write on me. You make me believe, you make me see. Your world, with your colours, So bright and so pure,
Good morning my darling. You were up again last night. Are you feeling alright? Lately, I feel as if you've been Disconnected.
Do people know, Or understand, What it means, To hold your hand? Your hand, A hand, The hands. Hands. Do people know,
Does it ever end? Whenever I think about it, I like to imagine that It never came to life in the first place. They taught me that, and well they did.
When I stand in front of you. I wish that I couldn't see you. It's foolish of me to so, I know. But standing there, with my gaze
