I write based on heart. I love based on thought. I think based on truth.
How bitter of a thing you are, Love. Upon your taste, One expects hints of wild berries, Upon your scent, Roses and fresh grass carresssed by morning dew.
By Mihaela Vasileva4 years ago in Poets
Day 1. I said that it was over for some time. We need time away from each other. You for your own reasons. Me for mine.
Promise of Honesty, This is my message. Please, do not belittle me. Do not make me change my mind. I know what it is I have to do.
How do we travel through this difficult land? Is trouble far or are the Beasts close at hand? How do we go by our days with so little worry?
Here are some words, That I have found. They invoke wonder, Even without a sound. The first is Connection. What a wonderful thing.
I am locked. In a cycle of No Escape. Perpetually, I turn my head towards the Stars for guidance in the dark nights.
This is a letter, I write to a soul. Of times lost and forgotten, I promise, I’ll tell all. It all begins, With a cry.
We often ask ourselves, What goes through our heads. We often to try to find solutions, We often try to see the ends.
You ask for information, Very well then, Let's start a conversation. In the dark I call you, Waiting your response,
You try to find the courage. It’s hard to turn the page. But every time that you do Know that you are stronger, my love.
We build each other up. The Earth is our beginning. From Her we cast our roots and hope that together we can continue pushing forward
To hold your hand Is to watch the world Melt slowly away Into a puddle. As the snowflakes fall Upon our heads I hear the heavens rejoice