The party is over. The guests are gone. No one's left behind. No one's alone here. The baloons are the only colourful thing. 'Till the party ended.
No one's alone here. Even I have someone to talk to. My dearest brain illusions, my various personalities..
That's my mad world which never changes.
четвъртък, 22 декември 2011 г.
сряда, 21 декември 2011 г.
The Desires of a Lover
It's your love that drags me to this state. It's your words that can leave me stiff and stark, out of space. It's your far image what I can't escape of.
It's your touch that makes me wanna do nothing, but bad things.
It's you that makes me change my whole universe. And you are my Earth. You are my world.
неделя, 11 декември 2011 г.
четвъртък, 8 декември 2011 г.
Fairytales of Nobody
Yes, I'm a romantic.
I watch romantic movies. I read love poems. I hardly swallow back my tears when I see a happy couple.
Yes, I'm a romantic. And I don't wanna hide it anymore.
понеделник, 5 декември 2011 г.
Picture of a Dreamer
Make a photo of me. Make even two. Make many pictures of me.
But none of them will show my true self. My hidden pain. My shared happines.
My dreams.
сряда, 23 ноември 2011 г.
Destiny of a Warrior .. or Maybe a Fool.
How I feel?
Mad. Very mad. Too much for me, I should say.
Go away! As you always did. Leave me alone! That's how it's meant to be and this is the way it's going to be. I will walk through this life on my own. Not easy, yes.
But it's my destiny.
Treasures of Life
I don't wanna forget, but I don't want to remember.
It was too beautiful. Too easy. Too .. maybe perfect.
Love is everything I can't get from this life.
вторник, 22 ноември 2011 г.
Rhythm that could be sung
I sing a song to myself. A song nobody would hear.
The melody is made by your touch, the notes are your fingertips and tongue.
It gets louder and louder. I hope you can hear it now.
' Cuz I sing a song about you. The only song I'd ever now. The sound of my heart.
The Never Coming Words
I'm so tired.
Of saying 'Goodbye'. No matter what I do, no matter who I am with, it always comes to this.
"Goodbye."
And I never said, "Hello. Again."
Even Killers Can Love
This love is like nothing you have seen before.
This love is venomous.
This love is needless.
This love is a real curse.
This love may kill me. But it's still ... love.
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