honey-hued hopes
and stardust specked dreams,
a sea of gray shapes
inked solely by midnight blue magick
and pine needle green fear.
Emotions have colours
and so do my lies,
hand me some scissors
I'd like to cut through these ties.
Just as spilled sunrises
the winds are always tinted
in pale morning light.
They talk to me
as if dawn has yet to come
and fragments of an indigo future
are hiding in slumbering flowers.

it's late
(as always)
and I hear voices
voices in the trees
in the ever moving tides
and the star-specked skies.
they blur with the howling wind
or maybe they whisper in secrets
on purpose
to avoid lonely ears
such as mine.

we haven't been in love yet.
we haven't been in love
yet I wish time
would spin for me
not against,
like a merry-go-round,
round and round it spins
until I'm in your arms.
and butterflies are finally
hatching inside my belly.

as I drive by
yellow fields
shimmering
in all of sun's
splendour
and the wonderful
flowery scent
of May
hits me
I cannot help but
wonder
how I could ever
be sad between
all of this.

(rib-)caged little bird,
with an iron will
and sorrow in your feathers,
you beat
and you bleed.
Because that's what hearts do.
Next time I will listen.

the way you talk
the way you walk
the way my heart
skips a beat
every **** time
you get too close.
don’t get too close.
you are the dream I never
wanna wake up from,
the wildfire in my dried out veins,
the reason
why I bite my lips crimson.
you are my air
and it feels like breathing fire.

give me space.
give me an entire galaxy to explore.
leave me in star-specked darkness.
maybe i will find my peace between those dying suns.
adamant beauty and obsidian grace,
i'd bathe in the blackness if that means
i'd turn into a star myself.