Guilty of being a heart...

On a hot afternoon, 
A heart freezes to death,
Drown in it's own trench,
Guilty beats, underneath...

Artistic crystals down on the cheek,
Dreams freeze inside,
Guilty for healing wounds,
Wounds penetrating inside...

Never say a good-bye,
Bye is never good,
Had it been so good,
Why would you say bye...

A healed wound,
Guilty of being healed,
Betraying the open flesh of love...

On a hot afternoon,
A heartbeat drown to life,
Guilty of betraying a Good-bye...

Learning to respect pain..

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality;

their feelings most of all.

People talk about how great love is,

but that's bullshit.

Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing.

People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous.

How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel?

Pain is meant to wake us up.

People try to hide their pain.

But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio.

You feel your strength in the experience of pain.

It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters.

Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you.

Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them,

you're letting society destroy your reality.

You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.”

Jim Morrison

You'll come...?

As the cold
wave blows all the tym ,
it shivers me down to my spine ,
i wait for you to come in the gloomy
sunshine ,
the weather so awesome and moment
so fyn ,
ur red nose looks so cute and ur eyes
say the whole rhyme ,
in the winters together again jus like a
combination of bonfire and chilly
nights :) ♥

Unfinished Skies...

Between the sky and my head

hides a luminous emptiness

that has barely learnt to crawl .

It’s growing in spurts;

in bits and pieces,

paraphrased and interrupted.

Between the sky and my head is

an exhibition of hammer and nails. You drop

a shilling and find me .

I lose myself.

I am only a face in many a  million worlds.

Between the sky and my head is an interval

That could last a lifetime.

If only I could pocket the minutes

That rise and fall.

You could leave or reconsider

A lot goes on between the sky and my head.

All you needed was

a ladder that would take you home. 

And I was only trying

to build us some peace. 

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Breathe.