poetry
What a strange world. We trade our days for things.
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Don't worry— you see, to some you are magic.
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
You and I will be lost and found a thousand times along this cobbled road of us.
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
One day I’ll paint the perfect sunset-- if I can only find the words.
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
True artcomes from flying with the madnessso close you burn your eyelashes.
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Put a girl in moonlightand tell only truthsand every man becomes a poet.
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
She sat in her perfect house, with her perfect husband, wishing that her perfect life would end.
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
And the stars blinked as they watched her carefully jealous of the way she shone.
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
We were strange in loveher and I too wild to last too rare to die.
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Sometimes I want a quiet lifeother timesI want to go a little bit fucking Gatsby.
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I will follow you, my love, to the edge of all our days,to our very last tomorrows.
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>