Silence is a form of poetry.
CELINE ZABADSilence is a form of poetry.
CELINE ZABADTeach me how to forgive cause I can’t seem to forget.
CELINE ZABADLove, if true, stays when all else is gone.
CELINE ZABADNostalgia is a box of forget me nots.
CELINE ZABADPoetry, music, and silence.
CELINE ZABADI’ve lost count of my losses.
CELINE ZABADI write from my heart, perhaps that’s why my words often bleed.
CELINE ZABADLove, let go you’re holding on to things you no longer know – release.
CELINE ZABADHe is a friend. A different kind of lover.
CELINE ZABADI’ve chased after sunsets too many times to know how precious time is.
CELINE ZABADI was raised to be more than enough for others but just not enough for myself.
CELINE ZABADThe dream is to have the world know what it’s like to love and be loved.
CELINE ZABADThe ‘kind’ in mankind. Show me that.
CELINE ZABADSometimes I get my youth confused with age.
CELINE ZABADTouch me in all the right places but one: heart.
CELINE ZABADGive me love and I’ll show you unconditional.
CELINE ZABAD