When the war is over, when the art saved the world; you and me, we will make love on Shakespeare's sonnets.
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?
gods will never forgive us
the two misfits
like adam and eve
kicked out from the worlds
gods will chain us
they turned you into hades
banned you from me
you said your last adieu
gods will put a spell on us
neptune came to me today
he said your hades is coming
just listen the sea shells
hades, zeus, achi, patro they all you
when you look at through your window in that summer house do you remember me?
we were a troublesome
do you remember how you used to use that window to connect with me?
i was your little madame
do you remember our adventures?
our wines and sprites
do you remember that night?
we were dancing through twilight
do you remember me or did i become a memory?
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
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
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.
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
you said you were an addict
i thought you are addicted to
joie de vivre, happiness or maybe smoking
you were an addict
but you were addicted to
sadness, drugs and pain
you were an addict
and i was ready to drown with you
untill you said you love drugs more than me
tell me lies under the moonlight
just for a night make up
we are sinners
under this moonlight you look like a saint
god won't forgive us
you are mine tonight under the moonlight
your sweet lies
he is smarter than everyone even though he is not odin
as charming as loki along with the mischief-makin'
in despite of all
he does not run nine realms
he only runs one in my heart
he could be thor, god of the worlds
but he chose to stay with a dökkálfar
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
i'd rather be kissing in summer
so innocent and so naïve
you can taste the strawberries right off my lips
i'd rather be cuddling in winter
so cozy and so soft
in my mouth, i can taste your past
that's what i want and that's where i am
she blushes like an angel to devil's gustos
your words are a pampered art; combination of an italian riviera tide along with french reverie aura
your eyes are as sweet as cinnamon including as naïve as a summer love
and i can't wait to drown in them
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.
maybe we all don't need a word perhaps we are just a people who are searching for a home
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
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.
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
he smells like a vintage petit café from 40s; fresh coffes, cigarettes and pavlova
late greek nights
listening to abba
just you and me
dancing under the moon
this is heaven for me
i'm black or white
either i love too much or hate till my last breath
either i talk too much or don't say a word for days
either i take things so seriously or don't care at all
there is no gray for me
i live at the edges
our story made in winter but as the summer came we became more colder than the winter
you used to always talk about how complicated i'm but
i like waking up to bird songs at 6am
i like unmade beds and sleepy voice calls
i like looking at the stars and murmur a sweet lullaby
i like deep conversations and streets at 3am
i like collecting things
i like night swimming
i'm not complicated
i'm my friend
i've got an universe in me that you didn't want to see
in days i'm so happy and full of live
at nights i can't stop thinking about the things i would say to you
if you were here but you never
kissing at the street lights
going to bars
dancing in underground bands
screaming to recover
fighting with eachother
crying for another chapter
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
laughing our grins
i knew you were a trouble from the beginning
You weren't ready for my Marilyn Monroe soul, i wasn't ready for your Arthur Miller soul. We were like them, we loved so madly and let this thing to bury us.
almost is the saddest word in the world
i was almost happy
he was almost made it
and you were almost loved me
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
he was intelligent
but he was a damaged one
she was kind
but she was a complicated one
they were almost in love
but their story wasn't made for this life
i enjoyed losing myself, always putting you first, because i know that the more i was further from myself i was getting more close to you
dawn turns to day
when stars are started to wander
whatever i'm doing or wherever i'm lying
you are the only thing on my mind
the sun rise
when sky turns from black to pink
i listen the city
even the city sings for you
sunset turns to night
and you are the only one closest to my heart
i still write poems about you
to wake up a sea view
and drink too much eaux de vie
and dance to an old jazz
and love you way too much
if you were me where or who would you run?
is there anyone or anywhere?
i think of you
i think of your kiss half cigarette, half peachy
i think of you
i think of your touch half soft like a cotton candy, half flowing like an ocean
i think of you
i think of your words half drunk, half heavenly
I went to an art museum just to feel you close, just to see you between the paintings. I've done a lot of stupid things not to feel your absence. They told me that i'm mad, and you are gone. But how can a love like this can be gone while i still feel you everywhere?
You loved her, you loved her so much that you wasted me.
You thought that i was her, but i'm not her.
I'm much more than her.
I'm a combination of twisted mind and a beautiful heart.
O, the girl of the sea with her long caramel salty hair, listening to abba while wishing for a perfect summer love, living the island life feeling the vibe, she's a little happy hippie who loves to watch sunsets
O, the girl of the city with her angry eyes and perfect smile, eating sushi in the lunchtime, wearing a Chanel suit which is matches with her soul, she can't resist a good red wine and a Frank Sinatra song
O, the girl of forest with her féerique image, she smells like sunflower, her lips are always kissable, she loves to sit in the outside and feel the breeze and hear the calmness of the nature, she dream that one day Demeter will save her
and all of the times i thought i was clear is gone
and i'm back to my old ways
and i'm hooked
a piece of you
and i'm back to where i'm left
His voice was made of lullabies
His eyes were made of stars
His smile was made of sun
And along these things i couldnt help myself
Except falling in love with him
something that i wrote 2 years ago
your heart the one used to belong to me now will be belong to a girl with a black hair and bangs
your hands the ones you used to use to play with my hair now will be the reason of her late night moans
your parfum the one used to we bought together now will be her new favorite scent
your polaroid the one i still keep in my wallet now will be her favorite bed side photo
and i will be wearing your sweatshirt looking at the stars trying to remember the last time that we kissed under the moonlight while wishing that i was her
I'm lost in the summer nights
Which is blinded by city lights
I'm lost in the nostalgia
Which is sweet like an euphoria
And i don't know if i want to be saved
He the son of the nature
He the literature
He is the water that we need
He the hippie
He the bourgeoisie
He is the definition of everything
i wrote romantic lines about you
i loved you like a religion
i cancelled my plans for you
i glorified you like a god
i crossed the lines to be with you
i worshipped you like a false god
i ripped every edge of me to give you
still you couldn't find a place in your heart to love me
You said you love me
I said i love you
But between that words we made a sea of lies
I know it was just a one night but i can't forget you.
The way you talk, the way you smile.
I know it was just a late night talk but i can't forget your intimacy.
The look in your deep egremnoi eyes while you are talking.
I know it was just a one night but i can't unlove you.
Your voice was so lovely, but it was shivering. Your eyes were brown, but you couldn't make it.
I'll see you in the movies
I'll hear you in the songs
I'll feel you in the art
You might be gone but your soul is still here