I write based on heart. I love based on thought. I think based on truth.
Like a song or a vivid dream, Imagination stays close it seems. Its patterns, woven and embroidered well Always have good stories to tell.
By Mihaela Vasileva3 years ago in Poets
I would spend every day, Wondering if I can stay. I would wait for you to call. Maybe you'll see me; or not at all.
All my memories in winter came, Some good, some bad, yet all the same: Smiles, good fun and conversations Didn't make peace with countless expectations.
Across every screen, and underneath the details of every scene, the dancers in pictures make their moves heard. I have watched so many over the course of so many years,
One day, you approached me and said, "Wouldn't it be better for you to wed?" I laughed and said that wasn't quite fair
When I'm by myself, I hum a little melody. Sometimes it's sweet, so the taste of strawberries lingers for just a little while longer.
By the time I learned how to say your name, you were already gone. By the time I finally learned the game, you were already done.
Let's get out of the city for a while; like we always wanted. You would get in the driver's seat of a red pickup, or really, anything
As I look out from my window, cup of tea in my hand, slow jazz in the background, and stuck on the hope that soon the snow shall come,
There were roses that bloomed in my mother's garden. Rich reds, yellows, and fruity oranges, all splattered like paint on a plain canvas.
I used to see things on the ceiling, Back when it was summer and full of light. I used to find my dreams there, Albeit under the hazy night.
By Mihaela Vasileva4 years ago in Poets
I’ve thought of three ways to make the pain go away: Let it in, Let it out, And start a new day. Doesn’t matter if it’s in my soul or in my head.