I write from my heart, perhaps that’s why my words often bleed.
CELINE ZABADI write from my heart, perhaps that’s why my words often bleed.
CELINE ZABADThe ‘kind’ in mankind. Show me that.
CELINE ZABADSometimes I get my youth confused with age.
CELINE ZABADI’m tired of looking for love in people. I now get my fill from nature.
CELINE ZABADMissing you like you no longer exist.
CELINE ZABADFeelings you could never explain. That’s what poetry is.
CELINE ZABADFairytales are what you make of them.
CELINE ZABADLove yourself, first.
CELINE ZABADYou feel like the moonlight, mysteriously dark its blinding.
CELINE ZABADPoetry, music, and silence.
CELINE ZABADMusic is a different kind of intimacy. So is poetry.
CELINE ZABADRegret is a time travel in a world where time only moves forward.
CELINE ZABADLove, let go you’re holding on to things you no longer know – release.
CELINE ZABADNostalgia is a box of forget me nots.
CELINE ZABADTouch me in all the right places but one: heart.
CELINE ZABADThe moon reminds me of how beautiful darkness is.
CELINE ZABAD