Love yourself, first.
CELINE ZABADLove yourself, first.
CELINE ZABADI was raised to be more than enough for others but just not enough for myself.
CELINE ZABADCan I write you into existence?
CELINE ZABADRegret is a time travel in a world where time only moves forward.
CELINE ZABADHe is a friend. A different kind of lover.
CELINE ZABADYou feel like the moonlight, mysteriously dark its blinding.
CELINE ZABADI write from my heart, perhaps that’s why my words often bleed.
CELINE ZABADLove, if true, stays when all else is gone.
CELINE ZABADFairytales are what you make of them.
CELINE ZABADTouch me in all the right places but one: heart.
CELINE ZABADNostalgia seems to haunt me these days I wonder if it’s old age or just a phase.
CELINE ZABADThe moon reminds me of how beautiful darkness is.
CELINE ZABADMusic is a different kind of intimacy. So is poetry.
CELINE ZABADIn light of recent events can you tell me where to find the light?
CELINE ZABADMissing you like you no longer exist.
CELINE ZABADI miss you even in my dreams.
CELINE ZABAD