Nostalgia seems to haunt me these days I wonder if it’s old age or just a phase.
CELINE ZABADNostalgia seems to haunt me these days I wonder if it’s old age or just a phase.
CELINE ZABADPoetry, music, and silence.
CELINE ZABADRegret is a time travel in a world where time only moves forward.
CELINE ZABADI’ve lost count of my losses.
CELINE ZABADTouch me in all the right places but one: heart.
CELINE ZABADLove, if true, stays when all else is gone.
CELINE ZABADDo not tell me how to feel just because you can’t understand.
CELINE ZABADYou feel like the moonlight, mysteriously dark its blinding.
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 ZABADI write from my heart, perhaps that’s why my words often bleed.
CELINE ZABADHe is a friend. A different kind of lover.
CELINE ZABADFeelings you could never explain. That’s what poetry is.
CELINE ZABADIn light of recent events can you tell me where to find the light?
CELINE ZABADThe ‘almost’ kinda love never makes it.
CELINE ZABADSilence is a form of poetry.
CELINE ZABAD