„I never told him this“, my witch whispered.
You touched a part of my soul
that had always been hidden.
You found it all by yourself
and I wanted you to keep it.
That part was wounded
very long ago
and I never noticed the pain
until you showed me
that this was no scar
but still bleeding
and I am still leaking.
„I never told him any of this“, Layla whispered into the garden flower scented candle light, and I felt the weight of unsaid words and broken dreams appear between us. „But I think that he knew. In all those small moments when he had just so survived and Dystopia neglected us for a while.“
Two broken girls are smiling tonight.
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I remember standing on the same field where I spent most of the past unnerving months. Listening to the same three accords throughout a song reminded me of time passing, of the feeling of spending time with people while doing something special together. Studying for an exam, rehearsing a song, going on a trip -…
Of memories and ashes
Once you were thereTwo minutes afterWith coffee and rainI will rememberThe way that we wereThe world has felt whole. Once we were thereIt was a ThursdayWith tea and a smileI will always rememberIt made me forgetThat the world has got holes. I want this to beThe one thingTo hold on toTo fill up the holesWe…
Mistress witch writes 