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.
