I don't pretend to be your Muse. I don't want to be your life adviser. I don't need to lead your life. I just want you to be with me. Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Friday, March 10, 2006
The night inside me growing with each passing hour. Stars hid their reflected lights. Even the moon seems to turn pale. I'm affraid to look into my inner world. I lost my courage to walk through the dark side of my personality. Sign in to see full entry.
What I did tell you about myself Is just a peak of the iceberg. I saw your eyes open wide and shocked And a silent request:" Don't tell me more". How will I live knowing that you Prefer to see only half-truth? Never be able to let you go in This part of me, where I hid my dreams. Sign in to see full entry.
Somebody got in our way Strange shadow cast on our... In tangle of lies and semi-truths I couldn't find the way back to you. Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, March 9, 2006
I wanted to write a poem from my tears, but they dryed already. I wanted to name the taste of knocking off, but the shame took away my voice. I wanted to drive away loneliness of the night, but your poisonous gesture stop me in the half of way. Sign in to see full entry.
I found the small clover with four lucky sign leaves I won from scratching game some money I got free tickets for a nice event Why I cannot have my happiness back? Sign in to see full entry.
Like a night moth dancing around the candle suicides itself in fire I cannot stop my thoughts. I`m addicted to you presence I`m hungry of your touch I`m thirsty of your voice How may I blow off memories of you? Sign in to see full entry.
Turn off the lamp. Let the night enter your room. It is so lonely outside. -------------------------------------- On the bark of young tree carving knife left the sign of love bleeding with tears of resin. Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, March 6, 2006
I love this small drop of green in your eyes. Cat`s personality hidden in fluttery of your eyelashes. Soft landscapes painted in my thoughts of you. Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, March 4, 2006
I am holding the grain of sand in my closed palm. It seems that memories of summer found the way back to my frozen soul. Sign in to see full entry.