Feelings you could never explain. That’s what poetry is.
CELINE ZABADFeelings you could never explain. That’s what poetry is.
CELINE ZABADIn light of recent events can you tell me where to find the light?
CELINE ZABADMissing you like you no longer exist.
CELINE ZABADThe ‘kind’ in mankind. Show me that.
CELINE ZABADSilence is a form of poetry.
CELINE ZABADThe dream is to have the world know what it’s like to love and be loved.
CELINE ZABADI miss you even in my dreams.
CELINE ZABADWhen you least expect it, death creeps in and reminds you of life.
CELINE ZABADThe loudest voices are often the ones that aren’t heard.
CELINE ZABADSometimes I get my youth confused with age.
CELINE ZABADI’ve lost count of my losses.
CELINE ZABADLove, let go you’re holding on to things you no longer know – release.
CELINE ZABADThe ‘almost’ kinda love never makes it.
CELINE ZABADDo not tell me how to feel just because you can’t understand.
CELINE ZABADHe is a friend. A different kind of lover.
CELINE ZABADI write from my heart, perhaps that’s why my words often bleed.
CELINE ZABAD