paschelaco

paschelaco Feb 2022

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so hold me in your darkest nights
and I'll tell you everything is alright
for it is not earned but owed for the light that fills my heart and the warmth in my soul
I can't make up for all the cold nights you spent on your own
and I'm sure that I'm not
I'm sure I'll never know
but truth be told some days I wish I could read your crazy mind purely to understand why you choose to be mine
but for us I call truce
we both know it will come with time
and in those very few fleeting moments when I do know
or at least think I do
I cherish

paschelaco Nov 2020

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you will never know love ,
love . why measure it if unknown .
walking on a secluded rocky island .
with small creatures and history untold yet
that describes ours . standing there and feeling
every radiant beam of light caress your body and
cover you in freedom .
that's what you feel like to me .

paschelaco Aug 2020

I

I am from chipped beveled glass
from hand-me-downs and prideful hearts
I am from the burning cities of Perth
where art is a way of life and beaches are home
I am from a peaceless nights' sleep
with covered ears and whimpering cries
I am from closet thoughts
from the "what ifs" and "could nevers"
I am from the empty holidays
with lonely living rooms and booked flights

#iam

paschelaco Aug 2020

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three minutes can feel like an hour,
but three minutes can't make up for a lifetime.
It can't make up for sleepless nights and future talk...
thoughts of old times with words at the speed of light,
although... this isn't enlightening.
maybe for a second, or a minute, or three.
I don't get to know that.
I pride on the simple fact you knew.
a hey with no name and a simple question.
just a simple question...
that's never the case but it's still scary.
it's scary because we care
it's scary because we loved, hurt, and lost
what am I losing now? myself?

paschelaco Aug 2020

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as our dreams and fantasies fade
the future doesn't look as bright
definitely not the one we painted together
we are different
I like to think maybe we just didn't have time
we didn't make time
maybe it was a simple fix
I guess we'll never know

paschelaco Aug 2020

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I once pride myself on my ability to be unreadable .
maybe I still do , who knows .
there is this comfort in not having anything to lose ,
or so it seems .
but there's this thing in your smile...
I've never been one for reassurance but those two words were all that I didn't know that I needed to hear .
there is solace in knowing that I can feel .
maybe I don't want anyone to feel it the way I do .
your laugh makes it all undeniable ; I can't help but look and wonder where you've been .
how was life back home? any cobblestone roads?
I'll wear my heart on my sleeve and try
maybe you'll help me get the confidence I fake .

paschelaco Aug 2020

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maybe you'll find home in the silence
or comfort in the canopy of the trees .
the soft coos of the wind bring peace .
you'll call it home and never want to leave .
but for I... this freedom has been relished for
simply a nightfall with many more to come and
stories to be told . It never disappoints ; the home
I found in this silence is irreplaceable...