“The morning light splits my eyes into two, Still confused if the day is worth getting up to, I wonder what new did I ever do? Except staring blankly into the blue, And making stories inside my head, None of which shall ever come true…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“I don’t know where you dwell, But the shortest way to you is through my dreams, I don’t know where you dwell, But the surest way to find you is inside my head, And I will meet you there…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“And learn how to unlearn the past, Remember no more than how to breathe, The more you are lost and all alone, The more of yourself you can own…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“Along a path for years I waited patiently, I destroyed my reputation in search for your love, I traded my life for more glasses of wine, But no sleep would ever be waiting for me, Until the hour that made you mine… Those long lost years were worth the wait, And here I am now in your possession. I hold your hand and I never feel low, I am wedded to your shadow too, you know… For I am a fan of everything that leaves your lips, Smiles, kisses, abuses and anger, Every bit of you makes me feel younger, And every passing day I lust for more of you…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“I’ll run my nose through your hair, Bite the bottom of your ears, Press your nails across my skin, And hear me through your silence, As I say I love you…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“With every desire I am born again, Every unfulfilled desire keeps me alive, For I am a man with many lives, I wonder which one is really mine…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“Every passing day I am a shadow of yesterday, As nameless as any other passer-by, While slowly life leaks away and time passes by, Only responsibilities and wrinkles multiply, And destiny is all that is left as an alibi…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“the intensity
in your eyes
burns my pen
as i write.”
Source: A touch, a tear, a tempest
“I feel now like a cigarette in a dustbin, In two minds about everything, Educated only to procrastinate, Until tomorrow as always, As my mind wanders endlessly…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“All those coffees have turned into sour kisses, And now her black smoked eyes, Are searching for an escape, In those bottles of Vodka.”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism