The grave of love

You were only seventeen
And I took you for a dream,
Said you wanted to find peace
Let’s run to hell
I promise it’d be warm there
I know a soft spot
Where we could talk;
Time can’t enter there
There’s only words and poetry
Sex and the absence of agony
Lifts you into the air
Where no-one cares.
You can danse naked,
Scream your blame out,
Cry like you’ve never cried,
Run away from all this
And begin to believe
That feelings are meant to be
And I’ve felt everything for you
The greatest nights, the biggest lies
The ‘I’ve never felt so alive’
The ‘I’ll never leave’, a big dream.
Now I’m lost between these lines
I don’t know what I wanted to say
Look, truth is, you were my true love
And I used to be always so alone,
And now that you’re gone
I’ve forgot how to be at home
I’ve lost the way into the grave
That I’ve craved so long ago.

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We can always reborn

I know we said we’ll be different
Know you don’t see a difference
But every time I start thinking
I know this time we did it right.
I’m not gonna run this time
From everything that made me alive
It was the best time of my life
And nothing will change that.
I could drown myself in whisky
If I knew that you miss me
I could suffocate my being in smoke
If I knew you forgot.
But now I accept it
As I was rejected,
Cause life is about time
And we run too far
Way too fast, sweetheart.
You were an escape
And I lost my way,
But I’m starting
To find myself
And accepting
Everything else.
You made me see that life
Is still worth living,
And now I can say things out loud,
Appreciate the giving.
There’s still beauty in this world
As you said precious little girl,
We can always reborn
And make something of all the dust
That have ruined this one lifetime for us.

The wanderings around the lighthouse

‘Written in a dream, 04/17’

There is this light
that never goes off
it’s for sailors to row
and to humans enlight.
We live our lives
without knowing what to do
how to process
this hell we live in.
Nature is beautiful
and we’re part of that beauty
we feel and we meet
other people without expecting or greed.
There’s a garden in front of me
filled with long long weed
and some tulips grow here
to give color; to this dream.
Am I awake ?
Is this all fake?
Are people really that insane ?
I sit here watching her
put her shades on
as the wind blows
I can’t help but think
that this is all a dream
and that tomorrow morning
everything will disappear.
As I kiss your sweet lips
I am certain about
the contract I’ve just signed;
that states that one day
not far from this highway
I will suffer for you
and a thousand songs
will be composed
about you.
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