Heart tickled by dreams.

Your face is seamed with past sorrows, but body glows with cancerous power. The air between our statures is laden.

If there was a wall which parts us, I would break it. But when there is nothing but us, there is nothing but a fumbling setback directed by the pride. 

Oh, poor soul yearning for a justification. A contaminated mind and a bitter ferment under the starry sky, who is going to catch us red – handed?  

I just wish … for a small kiss. 

agnes. 

Love invasion

There is no time for regret, what’s done, cannot be undone, but at least we can keep it from happening again. I’m longing for care, conversations, for innermost feelings, freedom.

I am sentimental and I am despondent. I know.

I used to wrap my arms around my knees and gazed at him intently. I am still doing it.

It’s silent capitulation – I can’t harmonize my internal world. Without you, I can’t.

Adieu!

Agnes. 

Against my wishes.

 „ (...) Above all, I have to maintain my air of confidence. No one must know that my heart and mind are constantly at war with each other. Up till now reason has always won the battle, but will my emotions get the upper hand? Sometimes I fear they will, but more often I actually hope they do. “

/Anne Frank/

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An apple, a coffee, a smell of cheesy slice of bread, freshly cut tomato and you leaned against the wall.

Your lips doesn't move, but you ask for the hand when there’s a presence of the stranger, ask for my care, devotion and loveliness when the echo of past shouts louder than the pray for the honesty.

...unknown perfume. unfamiliar poise. 

I am not the one who will leave, but if you stay, stay for good.

Agnes.