You & I: Detachment – Part III

“We grew up and I don’t know you
Any better now than ten years ago.
Who are you?
I don’t know,
I don’t know you.

Missing the idea of you
Still catches me by surprise
Where are you?
I don’t know,
I don’t know you.

Years ago we lost our chance
Our souls for so long detached
How can I miss you?
I don’t know,
I don’t know you.”

Ana.

Originally posted: October 3, 2017

Last dove

“Love, where did you go?
I lost my North so long ago
That I can’t seem to find in the stars
The path that leads me back to what was ours.

When did it all go wrong?
We used to be so strong,
Whispering under trees
Just you, me and the breeze.

My empty hands miss having yours to hold,
I feel your distance in my bones so cold,
Tired of waiting for a sign of your voice
Whilst time forces me to make a choice.

Long lost sacred love,
I send over my last dove,
For, now, I follow alone
The path I can call my own…”

Ana

You & I: Illusion – Part II

“Everything changes and I sworn
To be out of my mind a day ago
When I caught a glimpse of someone
And my heart jumped at the resemblance
Of a stranger I saw
And the stranger you are
To me today.

What has become of us?
Nothing, for there was never an us
Was there?
You took advantage of my mercy heart
Too young and free to know
The bad I was allowing you to do to it.”

Ana.

Originally posted: October 2, 2017

You & I: Time – Part I

“Do you know what hurts the most?
Feeling the sense of belonging
Slipping away through time
Into the void of the universe
Away from being reached
But close to be remembered.

Love once lost can’t ever
Come back the same.
We all change in time,
With time,
Through time.
Sounds the same
But all feels so different.
We change in manners
We can’t stress enough our guilt,
We can’t believe all of it…
Who am I today
So different than yesterday?”

Ana.

Originally posted: September 30, 2017

Fireflies

“The fireflies dance in the night,
Creating a dance of light,
Specks of flicker in the creek
By which I took a seat to weep.

I am the willow in the life I own,
Bending, hoping to turn to stone
The heavy heart I carry with bare hands,
Damaged by the memory of wrecked plans.

There’s a stain in my dusty heart,
A ghost of a name I can’t get past,
For even today I catch myself thinking
Of what you would say if you saw me sinking.

A heavy stone can hit rock bottom
And lay low from Spring to Autumn,
But, like the fireflies, I have yet to lose the light
That keeps my heart hopeful day and night…”

Ana

The Art of Listening

“The art of listening is set on its own;
You tilt your head and make no sound
You nod and agree the speech she owns
Born from a scar on her unsettled ground.
Listen to her words; said and unsaid,
Search the meaning of a broken soul
Who trusts you enough to let it all go
The weight of feelings a heart has own
Ripping it apart for too long.”

Ana.

Originally posted: September 27, 2017

When my heart feels hollow

“Where do you go,
When your bones feel heavy,
Your eyes get hazy
And you don’t feel steady?

Who do you turn to,
When your hands are empty,
You say you’re fine, and even though you lied,
You know you still meant it?

When the world comes crushing down,
Castles tumbling, crowns falling,
Storms enraged, ships sinking,
Who would be your hometown?

When my heart feels hollow,
My anxiety speaks and I follow,
Crushing down beneath the waves
As I then remember I am the one who saves
My heart whenever it misbehaves…”

Ana