I Meet A Girl.

hold on, my love, and i will hold onto you - n.l

“Do more things that make you forget to check your phone.”

— Unknown

To Be Loved.

Oh, to be loved is not to sit and talk,

It's not drinking each other's blood,

It is a pure magic- to help and learn,

growing does matter, It's how we born,

this is a way of healing of broken hearts,

that's the true feeling when I see your eyes,

when they sparkle like I've never seen before,

and the pain releases, we prepare for inside-war.

Oh, to be loved is to see through darkness,

Through your path showing the unknown,

It is how to set it free, and we'll no longer

be incapable, separated and not enough.

To be loved is to be "you and me",

to feel it as long as you breathe,

as long as you stay to live.

Hiding

Danger greets us

To when we find attachment,

Relationship between me and you

Is that we're both so ignorant.

Story begins with "US" ,

but ends with "I".

How can I run away?

Powers perish me

It's what I used to be.

- t.f.s.

“i found your soul between the lines of my poetry, except it wasn’t you it was a mistaken creation”

—

“You scorpion woman, you have the devil's mouth

And you have scales for skin

And a snake's venom isn't as potent

As the deceitful sounds made from the hole in your painted on face

You're a tree bent by the wind”

The evil in the world comes almost always from ignorance, and goodwill can cause as much damage as ill-will if it is not enlightened.

// Albert Camus, The Plague

What Feels To Be Unreal.

I could feel Earth's vibrations coming.

Breathing. Slow motion.

Sky is running out of time. Animals disappear from ground.

Eyes are haunting in the night, flashes cut inside.

The enemy grows bigger as hearts are getting eaten,

eyes swollen, hands shaking from earth's largest power

in Universe- cosmic danger regeneration;

penetration is on, poison sucks on your skin,

tongue freezes,painting the back of your sin,

creating rooms of dust and evil, envy and kill;

hands are tightening the weight of the world,

Earth's shaking, eyes see everything

In a world drowning in madness, faking

all the goodness flying, air dirty, souls dying.

Powerless and absorbed on the edge of regret,

living nightmares with the walking dead,

end is near as our humanity,

in shape-box as hanged pig,

nobody hears the insanity

we've came along to fear.

Hands shaking, Earth's breaking

new dawn is taking our last scene.

World is so gone, nothing's real.

-t.f.s.