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Carolin May 2015
In the rain up on the
forest trees. He climbed
up to play the piano
softly for me. Touching
the black and white
keys while humming
along his secret
melody* ~
Carolin May 2015
And darling I
don't mind lighting
myself up in flames
to light up your
dark* ~
Carolin May 2015
I hit back
when the
ink hurts
me* ~
Carolin May 2015
Turned my back to the walls and
watched the darkness fade away.
Sat on the floor and felt my aching
bones call for your name. Shut my
eyes for a second and the glory
around me went away. Spent a day
sleeping in my head waiting for a
hand to reach out my way and save
me from myself.  My skin went cold.
And the blood in my veins seemed
to have froze. I felt numb but yet at
ease. You came in the room picked
me up like I was dust and you were
the broom. You looked at me as if I
was the bride and you were the groom.
You’re skin was warm and your heart
called out my name. I knew that was
the day I’ll be finally saved. From the
demons talking in my head, from the
blade scarring my flesh and from the
emptiness I felt from within. And so I
was saved when you walked in* ~
Carolin May 2015
A girl with a mouth
full of fires. And a
boy who put out her
flames with his gentle
tidal waves* ~
Carolin May 2015
I've been dragged in the
black hole. Lived with a
tortured soul. Had no home.
Roamed the city streets in
the dark. Wondered about
the four letter word "L.O.V.E".
I tripped one night and fell
into a boys heart. He showed
me the light with just one spark
and he kissed my heart. He
showed me what's it like to
be alive and showed me
what's it like to be
loved* ~
Carolin May 2015
Out of all the sins people
are committing around the
world someone gets the nerve
and tells me loving that man
of yours is a sin. We're all
made from the same stardust.
We all worship the same God.
Why try to ruin a person's
happiness in the name of religion ? Seriously they must be kidding.
From ****** to ISIS to stealing
and lying they claim my love
for him is also a terrible crime.
There are no rules for love. The
heart will always want what it
wants. Whether the people
around like it or not. Out of all
the chaos going around the
world they find the time to laugh
and point at the chaos of mine.
They speak of love as if they've
seen it before and felt it. But I'm afraid I have to call them blind
and not having a **** clue. For
they cannot pause to define
and they cannot measure it's
depth. I'm afraid their talks are becoming such a bore. And I
pity for such empty wondering
silly souls* ~
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