A feeling of despair.

I wish it were dead

inside my head

filled with all I hate

Little birdies there

pecking at my brain

tearing pieces off

killing all the pain

I wish it were red

inside my head

and everything would bleed

hide myself from view

far away from here

curled into a sheet

I can disappear

Bittersweet September - Nina Lucine.

Bittersweet September

September -- Another year. Another fear. Life's still the same.
But we gaind a friend. So lets get by yet another year,
with a little help of our friends.

Bitter -- Same Old tears. Same old wounds reopened.
Not much left to say when we already know our grievs.
Uncomfortable slinceses? Rage Inside? Silent tears?
We all know the same old fears.

Sweet -- A new friend, a little piece of happyness, a new love.
The songs in our hearts...the poems of our memories.
All these little things are the ones that keept us going this bittersweet time.

September -- Another year. Things learnd... nothing forgotten.
Nothing is constant exept our friends. A friend that you have in me,
a friend i have in you.
September girls. Always...in this bittersweet september.
May the next one be only sweet.

Nina Lucine - Poem.

Sometimes, sometimes i wished time would go slower, to make your smile last longer. To have your eyes look into me even just a second longer. Sometimes, i silence my own mind with the sound of your voice, that is forever engraved within me. In my love i can allways breath again, smile again. You are the one who is allways in my mind. The one i would open my heart for. And allways as i close my eyes, i see your own. I open mine, i hear your voice.And if anything else.. im still thinking of you. Sometimes, sometimes i Can make time go slower, before my closed eyes, seeing every still frame from your every move. Your every gesture is in me. You are the light in my darkest nights, my days, my seasons. My Sometimes, my heart. You are the light of my love, and someday ill follow until i reach it, reach into yours. Sometimes, sometimes i love you to much it hurts, not to call you my love. Not to know what you think of me. But it allso soothes me couse in the end i know that you are like me. A Hopeless romantic. A sweet being. You are love itself waiting for the right one. And i hope with all my love that that one is me. Sometime, someday and allways, I sincerly Love You.