Tristă ne e povestea,
Și așa va fi pe veci,
Frântă-n valuri ne e calea,
În căutări de glasuri reci.

De uitare dătătoare
E tăcerea dintre noi,
O iubire trecătoare
Stinsă-n ceasuri fără ploi.

Se înalță norii-n vânt,
Peste tulburea mare
Poartă al nostru trist cânt
În cerul fără de hotare.

I hate how you ruined song after song.
It’s not fair that you have that power so strong.
Music is the only thing that makes me belong.
Taking that away is just plain wrong.

It may be cute but hear it from my view,
Getting a song captioned, “this reminded me of you.”
Makes the song stick to you like glue.
So after you hurt me I can’t stand it and take it off queue

i don't want it back at all
but i miss you
the way we laid together in the grass, holding onto the earth and holding onto each other
i miss the way we ran with our toes in the sand, our hands intertwined and our cares free to roam the beach and blow in the wind
i've nearly forgotten how perfectly your hair falls, flowing down your back like tears on my face
i miss how you made me feel like i was on top of the world
i miss how you would pick up when i fell
i miss knowing who you were
i miss wrapping every word that left your mouth around my pinky finger like an oath
i miss whispering my wishes to you in the dead of night, knowing only you could hear me
i miss you like a dreamer
i miss you like a prisoner
i miss your smile
i miss your frown
i miss your promises
i miss your lies
i miss the summers we made out of those cold december days
i miss you

(i remember…)
making out to ska with the lights on
(i remember…)
the day i finally got your pants off
(i remember…)
the look in your eyes told me something else was up (shhh)
forever bonded, didn't matter what was going on


not like thœse other guys
you were the caring type
circumstances not within your control
but you still had to make it right


it's so unfair
the unwanteds wandering in my dreams
but i still haven't seen you there


forever 23
a missing part of me
with every birthday that i have
it’s another you won’t see




forever 23
a missing part of me
with every birthday that i have
it’s another you won’t see

it's the most heart wrenching thing
he forced his way back in again
thought i was safe in my dreams
but it seems he's still haunting me

can't shake the feeling of his touch
i wouldn't call what we had 'love'
younger me didn't know enough
to get out of that hole i'd dug

All songs are sad, the poems aren’t better.
Maybe I should remake them all?
Re-write, re-concoct, re-live, re-slobbered!
Maybe they should be re-baked in whole?

So that instead of the night there’s the sun!
And in place of the blizzard there’s summer.
And no sadness! Out with the blues!
No more tears! No ill lucks and dramas!

And what about love? We’ll keep it on!
But let’s go and change my loving colors!
Instead of the rain and sleepless nights,
We’d paint white camomiles and flashy covers.

The wind would always be tail-on,
And love would live into old life.
Cinnamon, almond, vanilla aromas…
Am I right? Is that the smell of happy life?

I’ll write such “love story”, where they both
Love each other and were both faithful.
The sun shines brightly, birds sing clearly,
And they both live till their death in full.

I’ll finish writing this loving poem
And put it on the back shelf grandly.
I can be inaccurate, but I don’t like it.
And in my poems I won’t lie fully!

All songs are sad, the poems aren’t better.
I won’t remake them all in no way.
I love and I write my fanciful life!
And I will do it further alway!