you read this
but you don't know who
you are, you don't know
it is for you
in this trainride, we call life
we want, we need
but we don't always get
if we spoke the truth like
we spit lies, I would no
longer live in your shadow
I live dragging my truth
it is heavy, the chains pull me
further than you with each
day that passes by
but, just wait
you will know
soon enough

She is gone
her ashes are
long lost in the wind
her color faded away
the water washed away
her memory
the clock stopped
ticking years ago
and yet she is still alive
trying to survive this life
the scars on her body
are still bleeding  
every day she
walks alone
waiting for her scars to heal

my room is empty
my heart is shattered
on the floor
the window is open
there is a cold
and dark breeze
I lay, feeling cold
looking at the candle
it's slowly fading away
just like my love for you
it's dark, I can't see anything
it's used to be so bright in here
every memory of you
is gone
so let it be
say no more
words are not needed
just one
goodbye

love is the creature we can not tame
we don't choose it 
and we don’t leave it 
it's easy to find 
hard to leave 
a flower blooms every spring 
a baby is born every minute 
people pass by us all the time 
we sit at a bench wondering people’s stories 
yet every page we turn 
of the book of life 
the word change 
never the same 
sometimes it's just a glance at
 the person across you at the metro 
a stranger who gave you his seat 
love is everywhere
love is when my mom calls to say hello
it does not have to be love between 
people of different sexes 
sometimes you love a good song 
that make you happy 
its the coffee in the morning that wakes you up
love has no strings 
it has no name

Ο ερωτάς βαρύ συναίσθημα που καταπιέζει τους ώμους της. Γυμνή η ψυχή της που περιμένει αυτόν να την ντύσει. Τα βήματα της σιγανά, σιγανά να μην την ακούσει και τρομάξει και ξυπνήσει. Μα μόνο στα όνειρα της τον επισκέπτεται. Πικρή η γεύση του καφέ της το πρωί, μόνο όταν εκείνος είναι εκεί γλυκαίνει. Μόνη νιώθει η σκιά της όταν περιπατεί. Η απουσία του βάσανο της. Μαχαιριές βουβές που πονάνε, μα ούτε αχνά να ακουστεί από τα χείλη της. Ξυπνά κάθε πρωί με μια ελπίδα ότι, μονάχα μια, μέρα της χτυπήσει την πόρτα με τον ανθό στο χέρι να την ξανακοιταξει για ακόμα μια φορά.

A girl has no home 
she is no one, but everyone 
she walks down the street 
men look at her, undress her 
her neighbor stares at her window 
at night before she goes to bed 
walking down the street  with a dress 
words like bullets shoot her
her dress unwraps with every "hey ****"
she comes home hurt
barefoot and naked 
walking on a trail of tears 
she lies on her bed thinking 
all he is worth is to 
close her eyes 
       and 
open her legs