home

be the home,

I never had

be the dream,

that I never want to end

lover

take a lover

who kisses you

like light

take a lover

who warms you up

in a dark night.

let it go

little by little

you will forget the color of my eyes

but I will remember yours

at lonely nights, when I see the stars



the dream

in my next life

let me be a tree

in a deep forgotten forest

where the wind tells me stories

and birds sing me a lullaby.

neverland

take me to a place

where children don’t cry

the ocean’s sound never die

and I can fly.

love

I don’t want you

to try

I want you

to want me.

there is a difference

heart

oh boy, you are running around

breaking hearts

just for your art

but don’t you know

that the broken ones

are those who will reach

the stars?

october

it was a cold october evening

we were walking

close to each other,

through an empty street

talking about poetry

suddenly you stopped

and your lips were on mine:

„this is how poetry is made“

you said,

and we continued the walk while holding hands

till late.