Next to you

Next to you

This day is dying slowly, only a sigh away and
its remains are lost in the hands of a long night.
Glimpse of life within the minutes before midnight
and I realize, I assure myself again …

To this world I didn’t come to shed tears,
to bleed for unfulfilled hope I wasn’t born.
My eyes were not meant sad and thirsty to be,
my heart was not created to fight evil.

I came to feel the sun and the blue of the sea,
to taste the love and the moonlight that speaks to me.
I exist, I breathe to learn what sweetness is,
what light is, after every step next to you.

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“Next to you” by Blaga Todorova


© 2010  Broken Sparkles


Failure

 Failure

I failed again, like a bolt from the blue.
Foolish belief in love, in you,
desperate hope to see I’m worth,
I’m special for you, it all dwindled.

I failed in trying to give you a universe,
because the best was never good enough,
even taking all, it didn’t stop you to ask
for more, for the impossible to turn to possible.

You declared unsuccessful, my stubborn addiction
to fairy tales and stories with happy end.
I bleed, I suffer now, trying to find the exit.
It hurts to get rid off the dreams and the memories.
I deny to accept that people are not only people,
but cruel parts in gigantic machine “Ambition”.

I refuse to let go of my trust in life,
in descent life possible for anyone of us.
Tomorrow will be better and different.
I will rise up, even covered in broken ashes.
I will stand equal with the strength
of  fire, water, air and earth.

With few pieces of beauty, half of my heart
and non of my sensibility, but on my two feet,
adding another lesson to the book of life,
to not build a life I wouldn’t survive without,
to not loose faith in the day when
I will be the one to choose the winning ticket
in the lottery called “Love”.

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Image by RedSheep Photography

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© 2010  Broken Sparkles