Posted in life, original

Slaves of Time

Living life at the sound of the alarm clock

Waiting for it to go

I don’t think that’s how it’s supposed to be

But then I find myself asking

Until when?

Until when do we have to be slaves of time?

©Maria Michaela

Posted in original, self / self esteem

Allowed

You’re allowed to be lazy

You’re allowed to take time

You’re allowed to think of yourself first

Or be selfish every once in a while.

You’re allowed to find the calm and hide from the chaos

You’re allowed some alone time

Or simply just lie back and do nothing.

You are allowed to slow down

To simply take time for yourself.

-Maria Michaela-

Posted in miscellaneous, original

The Last Time

It’s here.

The time has come.

I’m ready to let you go now

I’ll get through this some way, somehow

Time to say goodbye

And let myself fly

Away from you that caused this heart to ache

Away from what could have been my worst mistake.

This is the final act

And this is without a doubt, a fact

That this is the last time

That I will cry for you

©Maria Michaela

Posted in original, Relationship

I Lost My Lover

I lost my lover some years ago

I don’t know how I lost him

I simply just know.

I might have lost him at sea

Or from the mountains

I might have lost him to music

Or art perhaps

I might have lost him through time

Or perhaps hindered by distance.

I’ve never met my lover

Fate wasn’t as kind to us

I know I lost him in some way

I just hope it was not from someone else.

Posted in love, original

Old School Love

Write me love letters on perfumed stationeries

Declare love and talk about our future like the visionaries.

Let’s talk face to face, not just a text or chat

Nothing gets better than that.

Let’s watch the sun set and rise and just keep silent

Take in the view and the moment.

Keep it slow, simple, like old school

Yes, that kind of love would be so cool.

Posted in life, original

Find Me

Where the trees dance and the leaves are greenest

Where time is slow

Where the temperature is just right, the sun is warm, the sky bluest, and the clouds softest

Where the birds songs are the only music

That is where you’ll find me