You are my unfinished book ...
You are my unfinished drink ...
You are the water when it rains ...
You are the poem i never read
...

We all want love ...
And still we dream of a better Future..

I want to escape the reality to be with you in my dreams ..

Why do I still think about that one hug of you...

He came into class like a normal teacher
Dressed different like the others
His lessons were lessons for life
I dont know what got me that far but
His smile his looks
My poems nearly all about him
His age makes him interesting as hell
And for goodbye a hug
...
As he got me a copy of his favourite book with
His number written in to it..
What should i think
..

My pain is killing me step by step..

As people get to talk and i'm going to listen i just want to move on..

Every song and every poem feels like you could have been for me ..

Hiding you scars is like hiding your problems
But the scars remind you of the biggest problem you have
That you cant trust anybody...

happy birthday they said to me
it would be the best day they said to me
they didnt know they ruined my birthday
cause they couldnt let go their own problems for one day
just for me
its ok
just because i did it all the time doesnt mean they have to put me first

A poet is a great friend..
Cause' he understands emotions..

how do i live with this memories of you
they are bitter sweet and killin' me ..
how do i forget this kiss ..

so they want you to tell everything about your problems and in the end they dont understand you not becaucse they cant no no because they dont want to they dont want to understand your sadness your anger they dont want to understand you ..

How do you help somebody who doesn't want help..
But screams without voice for help

A poet finds peace in his poems
A poet finds a escape of the hurt in his poems
A poet is often lonely
A poet talks to his poems

Yet we are all different and still so simillar

so we are sitting face to face
and dont talk no word no word
we look but there are no emotions no emotions
was there any love you could call love ?

If we are ment to be we are going to be ..

We are thinking too much about our lifes
But remember your life could be somebody elses dream...

You took my joy of life
So can i have my heart back?

In our dreams we can be everything
We can be nice or mean
We can be kings and queens
We can be nerds or punks
We can be happy..

A good poem is a writers death..

maybe the pain goes away but
it stays and hurts ..

We do too less and think too much
**** happens!

I live through my poetry and my poetry lives through me..

I know you smiled at me
I dont know what you thought ...
I know you feel something for me
I dont know if it is enough ...
I know so much
And in the end i dont know anything

You offered me a place in your World ..
But I dont want to stay...

You told me not to be afraid..
Because you will be forever mine...
But forever is a long time

I like you more than I should
And that little more that I do
Is hurting a little bit too

Don't want to know where you are 'cause you are not here with me ..

Oh how I admired you
For your talk and your walk
For your beauty and your attitude
Thought your ****** acting was just a role
Never thought it was the real you
The illusion was fading ..
Just another ***' you can't tust
Little miss perfect with no character

i feel blessed to have all my beloved people around me
even blessed for the haters 'cause they give so much passion to their hate that make us grow !

The Moment you came in was magical
The Moment you looked at me was breath taking
The Moment you said my name for the first time
The Moment it was clear for me you are special
The Moment my body wants to be near your body...

The way he comes in smiles and leaves ..
The way he tries not to look but does ..
The way we connect and still be so far away from each other ..
The way he maybe never feel like me ..
But still it is the way he makes me feel ..

What did I do to feel so hated
What did I do wrong?
I've lost myself but was it worth it?

My doors were closed ... you opened them
My feelings were cold ... you put them on fire
My fear was big ... you took it away
The point is you never will know how much you did for me...

The fear to lose everything you ever wanted... the fear to lose the love you gave to me so I'm going to lock every single memory deep in my heart