night of freedom

 

at night

when the world sleeps

all fears go

and i am free again

Late night poetry

writing

late night poetry

someone far far away

is reading it

on my blog

and I

so many time zones apart

can

feel the connection

un-love you again

 

when i look at you 

I dont know

when

we un-kissed, un-felt, un-loved

for 

you still haunt my dreams

and i need some time

in the mornings 

to un-love you again

 

and the love goes….

the love is gone

the feelings are waning

my mind is elsewhere 

but still

that look in your eyes

when you see me

perturbs me endless

 

I am

I am beautiful

inside out

and

I dont need you

to tell me

how to love myself

I write, I blog

late at night

alone in my room

I think

of the millions of fellow humans

far away

and

I try to reach out to them

I yearn to form a bond

so

I write, I blog

in the hope

that one day

I shall come across a life changing encounter

with someone out there

that will change my life forever

 

 

 

 

 

 

stranger

we loved each other

it was our world

but

I don’t know when

you

became a stranger

and

our lives changed

your love

you loved me

but

not the way

I envisioned

loveless

life became easier

when

I stopped loving

 

in love with myself

I have loved others

to the point of madness

but

now is the time

to fall in love

with myself