Poems

A two-legged heart was walking on her way
She was warming herself in the sun, smiling hurriedly
A gust of wind knocked her to the ground

How cheap I sold myself for a second of love
I didn’t ask for anything in return; I even cut pieces of myself
To receive, to fit into your petty life

I don’t even know anymore how you’re supposed to look like.
I’ve painted you so many times in my head,
but with each sunrise
you got stubborn to take another shape.

But I know you must have gentle eyes
which go dark at hard
and they light up at too much good

How to feel longing for flying
When you haven’t even been made with wings?
How to feel longing for the sea
When you never even sunk into it?
How to feel longing for him
When you haven’t even met him yet?

Unspoken words are best heard.
From the second the word left the mouth,
He should be chased, surrounded and summoned to surrender!
Before he reaches the target.

I kept him locked up
I would open it from time to time
In the night
And I looked inside in amazement.
There was light there
And darkness

The friend is the eye
That shows you the way
When you don’t see anymore
The light

Please, help yourselves!
Don’t bother swallowing me completely
Just take a piece and taste it.
On a toothpick.
If you don’t like it,
spit it out,
cause it sticks back with stardust.

A white page.
But not blank.
I’ve erased everything that needed to be erased.
Crooked letters,
Wrong,
Written in a hurry, just to be.
Erased them.