November rain

November’s rain is yet to come.
You can’t fit to October.
You are waiting for winter’s daily routine.
As the wind hits your window,
You hold your blanket tighter and tighter.
First November rain resembles to you.
You wake up under a grey sky,
with a cup of black coffee in your hands.
Nothing looks better, than your smile, after last night’s sex.

Goodmorning.

In time you will understand that nothing lasts forever.
You are still singing the songs I wrote for you.
Music isn’t the same.
I listened to your voice last night.
This old record is almost broken.
No more dances.
Last night was the last time with you.
How far can I go when there’s nothing holding me back?
Brand new songs, while I drive my car.
What a sunny day.

9/2011

Lights on. Summer is over.
Wake up it's September.

Cursed Lovers.

You’re writing all the promises you’ve given in a note.
Where is your truth?
Turn the pages and smell nothing but guilt.
Between ancestors and god you search the exit.
Trapped in this note for a long time,
Cursed by nameless lovers.

Do you believe in dreams?

Dreams are painful. That’s what they tell.
Maybe that’s why I don’t remember many.
The only dream that I remember teaches me that,
You’ll have been the mother of my children.
I will have been the father of your lost life.

History repeats.

You have to separate from anything you love.
You have to.
This sense of feeling useless.
You can’t write your own history.
History proves you wrong all the time.
Lost souls, lost loves.
Everything’s about betrayal and loneliness.
We’ll never learn from the past.
Brand new mistakes in this old bottle.

No God can save us.

Burn fire with fire.
I’ve never understood this quote.
Would you burn your love with another love?
Everything is straight lines in life.
How can you write on the same line two times?
How many nights you suffered?
How many nights you choked my name?
I’m still counting while there’s no god to save us.