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It’s ok now…

The sky was crying
hiding away my tears.
It was ok to weep now
no one will see.

Inside, I’m broken
Inside, I’m empty
Without you, I’m nothing
But for you, I was no one.

All the sacrifices,
All I wanted for us,
For you, insignificant
I was just another girl.

There was no point in us,
I was blind.
Treated you as my king,
my everything.

You and I
no longer are,
no longer will be
we are history.

______________________
By Steffi ~
This is not my current situation. I am merely depicting a painful story.

Fire & Ice

fire and iceIn the moment
Whilst darkness caresses
the light

…and the light embraces
the darkness

I struggle to stay alight
leave thoughts behind.

Emotions in dire
my heart afire:

wondering
conflicting
constricting
refraining
from believing –
your eyes so cold
daunted, unbold.

________________________
//By Steffi ~

Inseparable

I knocked
and knocked again.
Then you answered.
‘Hi, nice to meet you’
and so it began.

We talked
laughed
talked
laughed
talked some more
and drank together
at the bar, as we forgot
that there were
others
around us. We were
in a world,
of our own.

You opened the door
you’ve let me in.
From two separate souls
from that day onwards
we became one;
one beat, one love,
inseparable.

________________________
By Steffi~

Blues and Thorns

In a dimly lit corner,
In a southern bar,
In the loneliest part
of town,
Where the wooden floor
creeks with every step,
I chose the far most
gloomiest table.

The juke box
playing random blues,
an antediluvian tending the bar,
who cannot remember
how to serve a customer.
I stare into space
playing with a thorn menu
my fingers running across holes
in the table.

I,
like this paper
have suffered.
Like the jukebox,
I’m old.
Like the bar,
I’m forgotten.
Like the owner,
I’m alone.

______________________
By Steffi ~

Am I?

I am everything and nothing;

I am –

The light within your sorrows
Your ray of hope.

Your living nightmare;
The darkness in your dreams.

I am –

The occasional disappointment;
The untrustworthy.

The temptress, biting your neck;
Handcuffs and high-heels.

I am what I choose to be.

_______________________________
By Steffi ~

Words

Unravel hidden memories…
Disentangle your frustration.
Write down your hopes
as an unencumbered song.

Weave the thoughts
Make them flow nicely
notions will fall into place,
by your magical wand.

The sweetest of words,
the harshest of tones
is what makes us unique,
what makes us all Gods.

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//By Steffi ~ 

Thump, Thump

What lies inside,
is what matters
Or so they say…
Our beauty fades,
but who we are stays. Continue reading Thump, Thump

Mirror, Mirror

In front of my mirror, naked
A reflection of pictures on my wall
hanging there
staring at me, smiling at me.
Continue reading Mirror, Mirror