I miss you and I wish you were here.

In the sound of these waves,

And how it seeps in the sand,

Like my memories,

Soaked in happiness,

In content and in calm,

When I hear these waves,

In this soothe,

I miss you,

And I wish you were here. 

In the sounds of these waves,

How the world turns quite,

Screaming so silently,

And these lips, they move,

In unison, they move, in darkness,

Under the moon,

When I feel it's shine,

And how it feels,

I miss you,

And I wish you were here. 

In this stillness that fills my day,

And thoughtlessness,

How it buries my mind,

Under the waves you sit across,

Under the moon that you smile for,

My mind, somewhere close,

Screams in the silence,

It cheers at your sight,

And when you speak,

I'm silent too,

And when you miss me,

I miss you too.

In this still that consumes me,

And relentlessness,

How it shivers my soul,

In the sky, you sit under,

In the breeze, tonight that you feel,

My soul, all around,

Speaks in silence,

And it laughs at your sight,

Kneels down, 

To all your wishes,

And when you wish for me,

I promise. 

I wish for you too. 

26/5/2015

Picture this,

In your head,

Every detail,

Of right now,

Because I promise you,

When we're old and grey,

When we're weak, and forgetful,

Everything,

I've ever wanted,

Everything,

I've ever asked for,

And to that moment then,

Everything I've lived for,

Is right now,

In this picture,

Remember it,

This is the picture of happiness,

This is a picture of you and me. 

Scribble.

Hold my hands,

And make it stop,

Stop these scribbles,

Stop these scratches,

Hold my hands,

And make it stop,

I'm writing words,

For all of you,

And they sound,

Like nothing before,

They scare, the life in me,

Stop my hands,

Tonight, 

Just hold them,

I can't stop writing,

In your memories. 

Hold my hands,

And when you do,

Hold them together,

These wild creatures,

That've learned to live,

With a mind of their own,

They betray me,

And make me break,

All my promises,

Of the never agains,

All my vows,

To stop these scratches,

Hold my hands,

They're scribbling my blood,

On my veins and on my soul,

They're imprinting,

Tonight,

Just hold them,

They can't stop writing,

In your absence. 

How Can I?

How can I walk,

In a straight line,

How can I stop,

Losing out my mind.

How can I breathe,

When you take it away,

How can I speak,

When I've no words to say...

Tell me how, can I stop,

And how can I not,

Thinking, thinking about you.

How can I love,

With all of me,

How can I live,

With only me,

When all my memories,

And all my moments,

They're only you,

They're just you. 

Tell me how can I stand,

And why do I fall,

In love, in love with you. 

Leave.

Leave, they said,

And in their eyes,

They wrote pages for me,

Books and libraries,

They wrote guilt for me,

They wrote for me reasons,

Leave, they said,

And in their whispers,

They spoke to me of tomorrow,

They drew,

And in pictures, they drew tomorrow,

And for my eyes,

They colored ever page in black,

For me, they covered every window,

In pages, and pictures,

Of tomorrow and reasons,

Leave, they said,

And all I heart,

Was my heart.

Whispering,

Drawing,

Sketching,

Echoing,

Singing,

Dancing,

Laughing,

Smiling,

And jiving,

At every sight of you,

My heart spoke to me,

It showed me,

Of colors that made you,

Of words, never written before,

Words that made you,

My heart,

Blinded my eyes,

And just kept on,

Loving you. 

Homeless.

They said, home was a feeling,

They said this,

Not knowing what home is,

They said this,

In the arms of their mothers,

In the shelter of their fathers,

They said,

Home was a feeling,

Not know what home is,

They spoke for the millions,

Who stood, unable to feel,

Who stood, placeless,

Baseless, faceless and homeless,

They said this,

For those, who've forgotten,

How to feel, and how to live,

For those, who've forgotten,

What is home. 

They said, home was a feeling,

They said this,

Never having felt,

Never having dreamt,

Not knowing of love,

They spoke for the millions,

That live in nothingness,

That feel nothing,

And they spoke for those,

The ones that cried,

In a place called home,

For the ones that weeped,

When it felt like home. 

Chutzpah.

Faces, resembling faces,

Lies and graditude,

How they look the same,

With shadows merged together,

And no eye can say,

No touch can feel,

The lies,

No hold can feel,

The graditude,

Do you listen to the heart?

The heart of a liar,

And the heart filled with gratitude,

For the million faces,

Under the single sun,

A shadow may have,

A million faces,

And a million reasons,

But do you listen to the heart?

Do you sing?

When you're lost,

And in the millions of faces,

That caress your shadows,

But never you,

Never you, and who you are,

Millions of faces caress your shadows,

The ones in the moment,

The ones merged together,

Of the liar in you,

Of the fighter in you,

In the moment of loss,

The million faces, caress the faces of you,

But do you sing?

When you're you,

With the one,

Who listens to your heart.