Why can’t I be with thee
Roaming the space of the universe
Just to see, if you and me
Could stand the infinity of time
Face to Face
More often I quote others.
Why can’t I be with thee
Roaming the space of the universe
Just to see, if you and me
Could stand the infinity of time
Face to Face
She’s passive
Aggressive
Her ego
Is massive
She doesn’t care
About anyone’s
Feelings
She does what
She wants
Makes choices
For everyone
Around her
Her mother
Her father
Her brother
Her lover
She only cares
About her
And no one else’s
Feeling matter
She’s a SLCB
The dawn
With fresh new snow
Awakens a different situation
Not to know
What the day will
Happen upon
In the sudden changes
Of habit of a woman
Kind is near
When in need— so dear
To meet necessity
With an action to rear
I’m looking in the mirror
So foggy
I hope soon I can see clearer
I don’t really think
Anyone can save me
And honestly
I’m not sure
I really want saving
I tend to be
My worst enemy
There’s no risk
If you don’t try everything
I will get by
I’ll see you in my next
Life
Hope to be a better me
My head’s definitely
Not in straight
Got to try and flip it
Maybe get an x-ray
What’s wrong with me
What’s all this weight
Pushing on my chest
I suffocate
Better change my mindset
Maybe it’s time to
Meditate— again
I know I’m alive
There will be better days
I can walk down the street
Feel free
Celebrate and maybe elevate
The hours count down
They turn into
Longer days
Still away from you
Be here with me
Already
And then stay
At least in some way
You already did
Your spirit
I feel
Is always with me
—for real
Why is it
Than I want
To say
That I am happy
When I am with
You
But without
You
You
Don’t say the same
About me
Yet, you obviously are
She‘s a stubborn woman
Always trying to outdo me
But soon
She will understand
Eternity
The night is yours
You took it
Away from me
I cannot sleep
I cannot dream
Because of your vanity
But still
I hope you’re happy
And in peace
And at ease
Not me
I write
For you
My, Eli
The day is
And here— I am
Without you
But so close
Almost there— I wish
For you
Yet— the moments
They pass
All the gifts
My love— I have
For you— are hidden
In our imagination
In the Moment
Suddenly
You’re there
I can feel
Your beautiful soul
I can feel
You
And we dance
On the rings of Saturn
For a while
But then, again
You wake up
And here you are
Still by my side
But in real life
You Cannot
Be you
You Cannot
Be with me
But you know
You
Could be
Happy
And just be
You
With me
Whenever I tell you
I love you
I mean it
But
You never hear it
I miss
Your voice because it is a symphony
Your scent because it is a odyssey
Your smile because it is a treasure
Your hug because it is a masterpiece
And your kiss because it is a mystery
“One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual. There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick but wounds still. The marks of suffering are more comparable to the loss of a finger, or of the sight of an eye. We may not miss them, either, for one minute in a year, but if we should there is nothing to be done about it.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
Someone please explain the following phenomenon to me. There is this girl that I really like. Like really really like. She lives in Paris and I live in Germany. I’m crushing hard. She is so fucking beautiful. But she just wants to be friends. She is a great friend. She’s my best friend. We will probably never have a future together as a couple. It’s sad, but it is what it is. And then there is this other girl who lives just next door. Also very beautiful. Maybe a little more age appropriate. She wants me around. It’s more realistic to be with her. But I still want Paris girl. Why?!
Why can’t we like the girls we like and kiss them too?!