Nothing screams undress me like the scent of you on me.
CELINE ZABADNothing screams undress me like the scent of you on me.
CELINE ZABADYou complete me.
CELINE ZABADFairytales are what you make of them.
CELINE ZABADSilence is a form of poetry.
CELINE ZABADYou feel like the moonlight, mysteriously dark its blinding.
CELINE ZABADI miss you even in my dreams.
CELINE ZABADMusic is a different kind of intimacy. So is poetry.
CELINE ZABADNostalgia is a box of forget me nots.
CELINE ZABADI write from my heart, perhaps that’s why my words often bleed.
CELINE ZABADI was raised to be more than enough for others but just not enough for myself.
CELINE ZABADThe loudest voices are often the ones that aren’t heard.
CELINE ZABADPoetry, music, and silence.
CELINE ZABADI’m tired of looking for love in people. I now get my fill from nature.
CELINE ZABADThe moon reminds me of how beautiful darkness is.
CELINE ZABADI’ve chased after sunsets too many times to know how precious time is.
CELINE ZABADWhen you least expect it, death creeps in and reminds you of life.
CELINE ZABAD