My memory palace is damaged.
Good memories of you vanished.
They must have been sweet.
Because I’m feeling incomplete.
Mood
I’m in this not so average mood.
I’m dead inside with an attitude.
My existence for you will be cloudy.
I suggest you don’t touch my cold body.
My heart turned into stone.
I suggest you leave it alone.
Being dead sure feels good.
I’m irresistibly trapped in this not so average mood.
M.P.Yasmine
The mistake
Never again putting my heart through.
This is why I can not love you.
You remind me of pain.
I refuse to feel again.
I know it is unfair.
But making the same mistake I wouldn’t dare.
M.P.Yasmine
Summer
It’s beautiful outside today.
The sky is clear.
Whispers of nature finding its way.
Heaven locks closed.
No thunder, no rain.
Whispers of summer exposed.
M.P.Yasmine
Spain
Déja vu in Spain.
As if it all happens again.
Dressed in summer lace.
Enjoying the sun on my face.
Walking the shore.
I must have been here before.
In all its glory I embrace.
It is everything about this place.
Déja vu in Spain.
I hope it will happen again.
M.P.Yasmine
Freedom
I feel so satisfied.
My love for you finally died.
I stopped thinking about you all day.
I never want this freedom to go away.
Finally you walked out the door.
You don’t occupy my heart anymore.
M.P.Yasmine
Her eyes
The girl who covers her eyes.
Hiding the truth with beautiful lies.
Her face in lifelong despise.
Unable to see her pretty eyes.
With filters she profoundly covers.
I can not see her eyes in true colors.
How I would love to catch a glimpse.
The stories behind her nervous blinks.
How I would love to reveal those lies.
While looking into her pretty eyes.
M.P.Yasmine
My Son
Teenage cravings call.
Go on my sweet boy.
I am here when you fall.
No matter which direction you will walk into.
Go on my beloved boy.
I am right beside you.
Explore the beautiful unknown.
Go on my strong boy.
You will never be alone.
M.P.Yasmine
Child
I heard this child cry.
Who’s child this was I couldn’t clarify.
This child kept on weeping.
I could even hear the cries while sleeping.
My thoughts turned into madness.
My heart buried in sadness.
One day I began writing.
The child stopped crying.