I’ve lost count of my losses.
CELINE ZABADI’ve lost count of my losses.
CELINE ZABADMusic is a different kind of intimacy. So is poetry.
CELINE ZABADI am a wildflower disguised as a flame. It’ll be fun to watch you underestimate me.
CELINE ZABADFairytales are what you make of them.
CELINE ZABADLove yourself, first.
CELINE ZABADLove, if true, stays when all else is gone.
CELINE ZABADNostalgia is a box of forget me nots.
CELINE ZABADYou complete me.
CELINE ZABADThe ‘almost’ kinda love never makes it.
CELINE ZABADThey push you away and say you’ve changed.
CELINE ZABADI miss you even in my dreams.
CELINE ZABADNostalgia seems to haunt me these days I wonder if it’s old age or just a phase.
CELINE ZABADThe ‘kind’ in mankind. Show me that.
CELINE ZABADNothing screams undress me like the scent of you on me.
CELINE ZABADHe is a friend. A different kind of lover.
CELINE ZABADPoetry, music, and silence.
CELINE ZABAD