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.

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.

Your kiss at my neck is like a poem, written with your lips.
It's like a whisper, which penetrates the dark.
It calms me down and at the same time it arouses me.
This poem doesn't need any words to touch.
Only your lips.

You gave me poison and I drank it like it was gold.
Now I can't stop.

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...

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.

Rainy Morning.
Cup Of Tea.
That's My Warming.
Nowhere Else Want To Be.

Every memory is a song of the soundtrack of our lifes.

You just have to dance.

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

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.

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.

Frozen light.
Fog all around.
Winter is back.

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

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.