Als dit levenswerk van mij zou moeten zijn.
Als dit in de sterren geschreven staat als mijn.
Zou de moed mij in de schoenen zakken.
Want in jou zie ik ieder obstakel die ik niet durf aan te pakken.
En ja, angst spreekt in aannames en ruis.
Het spreekt tegen, mijn verlangens naar thuis.
Alle kracht wordt compleet weggezogen.
Want ik zie alleen maar mijn angst terug in jouw ogen.
Your Eyes
In my dreams dream.
Dream.
Or even deeper.
Limbo.
My eyes could catch a million stars.
Let galaxies collide.
Your eyes could move mountains.
Shifting tectonic plates.
M.P.Yasmine
A few Seconds
My eyes met you before.
They glanced at all the people there,
But to you a few seconds more.
M.P.Yasmine
Eyes
“I have a new pair of eyes. They love to weep a little more lately of all the beauty they’re able to see.”
M.P.Yasmine
Crying Madonna
I never believed.
Mother Mary cried worldly blood tears.
Weeping Madonna in the south.
Her eyes were melting.
Because of the hot weather she received.
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.