he talks different
but the words he said were mine
he lives abroad
but the soul of him was once mine
he lives different
but i thought his future would be mine

achilles can you explain
why i care about a stranger more than my friends?

aphrodite can you explain
how can i love someone more than anyone that i've ever talked?

dionysus can you explain
do i seem delusional moreover if i am why i want to lose my sanity for him?

you are not in my life but you are in my words, in my art, in my poetry, in my letters
you are not here but your soul is
you are my muse, my anchor
you are me, i'm you
we are the reflection of each other on my words, on my paper

three weeks ago i was reading colleen hoover with you. i was challenging you to finish it before me, we were analysing the chapters and talking about the characters. it was snowing, we stayed in bed all day and it gave me that "sleep in half the day" feeling. three weeks past now i'm reading colleen hoover without you and i'm trying to feel the same way as i did when i'd read three weeks ago with you but it was never about the book; a book is just a paperback with pages and sentences, it was you and the feelings came along with it, it was our reactions, my challenges and your jokes

it was one windy but hot june night
when you saw me for the first time
we were two kids
and i knew we were meant to be just friends at the beach house
but that didn't stop you nor your feelings

eight years passed
now it's even a more windy and hotter august night
we are something unnamed at the beach house
and i realized we were never meant to be just friends, we only meant to be parallel lines

i drank too much champagne and think of you in a place where reality doesn't exist and i'm afraid because you are something fragile yet wonderful and i'm scared to let you down again

maybe we all don't need a word perhaps we are just a people who are searching for a home

falling for him was like smoking a cigarette.

i was enjoying it while it was taking my everything from me.

i knew if i could give up i would miss it.

i went along with the tide 'till i lose my everything.

she blushes like an angel to devil's gustos

your eyes are as sweet as cinnamon including as naïve as a summer love
and i can't wait to drown in them

london in a foggy air
it's not same withour our souvenir

italy in a sunny season
it's not same without your imagination

france in a fall
it's not same without my existential downfall

kissing at the street lights
going to bars
dancing in underground bands

screaming to recover
fighting with eachother
crying for another chapter

looking hangover
saying this is forever
telling me i'm your wildflower

flirting with girls
taking me for granteds
making me a new notch in your belts

running to last trains
making dins
laughing our grins

Three songs and one unfinished poem.
I was in your arms, singing to ed sheeran at the moment, in between all of the dramas, chaotic nights and nightmares, i found a peace and a quite moment in your arms, i didn't care about the world at all i only cared our little wonderland.

our story made in winter but as the summer came we became more colder than the winter

Our petit house will smell of fresh lavenders of French. And before you came i would spend my whole day eating framboises at the beach and putting la mer on my skin in the sunlight. And when you came my lips and my skin will be ready for your witchcrafted kiss. And those are will be the most enchanting things that you've ever kissed.

he kept his distance all the time
because he was scared of breaking her with his fragile mind and sweet lies

she tried to feed him with beautiful words
because she knows that he was an angel

both of them were fake prophets
with complicated minds and beautiful souls

She never felt like she belonged to anyone or anywhere. She is like a wild thing. Even she is lying on her own bed she dreams to be someone else in some far away place.

if you were me where or who would you run?
is there anyone or anywhere?

she has got demons and art in her mind

Hell is something that you live with it not carry with it. The hell in me is all made from you, my devil is you. I'll worship you even if it's a false god.

days are ending
seasons are changing
hours are clocking
years are growing
and somehow i'm never healing
and somehow i still don't feel at home in life

You are my favorite song the one that i always listen and never tired of. I'm stucked in your melody, even though you are gone your music still plays in my head and the worst thing is even though you are gone i don't want this melody to stop.

i was 13 when i first met you
we were just two kids trying to survive

i was 14 when i fell in love with you
on those sleepless night while watching movies

i was 15 when you left me for her
and broke my heart for thousands times

i was 16 when you came back
and tried to vacation on me

i was 17 when i tried to forget you
and fooled myself saying that i'm better without you

i was 18 when you ruined my life completely
and lost all my hope for love

now i'm 19 and i'm totally over you
and i've got someone who makes me believe in love
and for the first time i feel free

almost is the saddest word in the world
i was almost happy
he was almost made it
and you were almost loved me

i want someone whom i can have deep conversations
i want someone who's gonna read poetry to me at 4am
i want someone who's poetic
i know it's hard to find someone like this but i don't want any less

He loves to go out, partying and gets high with his friends
I love to stay inside, read a book and listen to old french
We are like black and white
But along all these reverses he still loves me