Your fragrance is like a whisper in the dark.
It penetrates the silence.

Silence.
Only the sound of waves.
The water is brown. Not blue.
Full of mud.
The wind whips my face.
Filled with foam.
It is no longer cold.
I'm frozen in the wind.

Silence.
Only the sound of waves.
I am happy here.
I am at home here.
Near the sea.

Silence.
Only the sound of waves.
There is no better place for me.

Silence.
Only the sound of waves.
Home.

Doubt. My old enemy. You're with me all the time.
Some days, you're quiet. Some days I can only hear you.
Doubt. My old enemy. You're with me all the time.
Sometimes you're just a whisper. Sometimes noise.
Doubt. My old enemy.

I can't promise you sunshine in the morning.
I can't promise you happiness all the time.
I can't promise you a fairytale.
I can't promise you anything.

Except myself.

Here we stand. In front of each other. Raindrops roll off our faces.
There's no need to say a word.
We just stand here. In the rain. But we don't notice the drops.
There's no need to speak.
We're connected.
Here, in the rain.

I will always remember the first day, we talked.
I will always remember the first sight.
I will always remember the first kiss.
I will always remember the first night.
I will always remember the first dispute.

I will always remember, because you remember me always.

I've never been a proud rose.
I've never been a wallflower.

I was always just a daisy.
One of thousands in the meadow.

I was like everyone else. But different. Somehow.

Words can cross an ocean.
Through storm and rain.
Through pain and loss.
Through days and nights.
Without giving up.

Like a sailor, who's willing to reach his home.

I've never searched for "Prince Charming".
Because I'm not a princess. Never was and never will be.

I always was this kind of girl, which is sitting on the couch, drinking beer, watching movies, and handling her **** by herself.

I always only needed someone, who is able to handle the dragon, I can be, the demons I'm fighting against and the mind I've got.

"Prince Charming" you can find at every corner.

But someone with the same level of madness...That's a complete different story...

And in the end, we'll all be only stardust.

It doesn't matter if your chains are made of silver or gold.
If you don't want to free yourself, they could also been made of paper.

I'm not writing a poem this time.
It's not lyric. It's not filled with deep thoughts.

I just want to try to send some happiness to you.
There are so many sad poems here, which are showing so many sad feelings.

So I try to share a little bit of my happiness.

This way I want to say, that everything has got also a good side.
Even if you don't see it at the moment.

I know, it's very easy to say, if I don't know your situations, but Keep your head up.

There's always light, even on the darkest day.

Iced heart.
Melting step by step.

Because of Love.

If you hold my hand, I can't fall.
If you hug me, the world around doesn't exist.
If you kiss me, there's nothing else, I feel.
If you touch me, you calm me and arouse me at the same time.
If you're sleeping next to me, the nightmares can't reach me.

If you don't have words, I'll speak for you.

If you can't walk, I'll carry you.

If you can't sleep, I'll hold you.

If you can't dream, I'll show you mine.

If you want to give up, I won't.

Cold Morning.
Sun Is awake.
Frozen Air.
Still No Spring.

Frozen light.
Fog all around.
Winter is back.

I choose you.
With all of your good and all your bad habits.
With all of your weakness and all your strength.
With all of your past and all your future.
With all of your dreams and all your nightmares.
With all of you and all of me.
I choose you.

Love is pure.
Without any lies.
Without any faults.
Without any anger.
Without any tears.
Without any pain.
Without any drama.
Love is pure.

Words are my kind of showing my feelings.
Not always with my mouth. Mostly with a pen.

Words are my kind of showing my feelings.
Not always right, but always open.

Words are my kind of showing my feelings.
Not always like all, but always me.

Words are my kind of showing my feelings.
Not always agreeable, but always free.

Everybody is able to go with you through the storm.

But only a few are able to traverse the storm which is in you.

Just to reach you.

So I give you my world.
Which you already were.