Dreams

     She stood before him just as she was made to be, no lies, no judgment, no fake smiles, no broken promises. She showed him the storm that raged within her, the strength of her hearth, the stubbornness of her will and the soul that burned like fire and he...

    He took all she had to offer... saw the beauty among the chaos...stared every flaw , every doubt and every fear in the face. He saw her spirit and...tried to conquer her soul...And he did it. He made her dream of happy endings, made her believe that love breaks all the walls and give you wings. He assured her she has to dream with her eyes wide open as everything will be fine and all her dreams will become true...

    But in the end he left her... He got tired and cold...and empty like a broken vase. He forgot the way he started loving her was the way she should always be loved.
   He break her wings, he break his promises, his vows...He left her bleed to death. The death of all she believed in. The dead of all her hopes and dreams...




                                                                      *****
   

      She cried days and nights, she implored the angels to make him realize how much she loved him and how silly he was to live a woman that will die for him...But nothing change, he never came back. He got lost in dirty lust and drugs and alcohol...


 In the end she realized something precious. She doesn't need to beg for love. She learned that there is no use in hopeless pleas of trying to make someone to stay. She was to good to chase someone who does not know her worth...and she was to wild to wait for him to acknowledge her value. She wanted to be loved unconditionally...She just wanted to love and be loved.... 










                                                 Georgiana Apostol

Daca pleci,

  Daca pleci, sa pleci ca ploaia,

  Sa lasi cerul insorit,

  Ca un vant sa stergi vapaia,

  Dorului ce a mistuit.

  Daca pleci, sa pleci ca roua

  Care iarba a scaldat,

  Sa dispari ca prima raza,

  Sa-mi lasi sufletul curat.

 Daca pleci, sa pleci in taina,

 Inimii sa nu-i mai spui

Ca s-a stins iubirea noastra

Si-am ramas a nimanui.

Daca pleci, ascunde-ti ochii,

Sa nu-i vad inlacrimati,

Nu vom fi de-acum prieteni,

Nici iubiti...si nici amanti.

Daca pleci, nu vreau sarutul

De adio sa mi-l lasi,

Nu mai pot sa numar clipe

Si ai despartirii pasi.

Daca pleci, ai grija mare

Strange tot, nu te grabii

Nu lasa sperante goala

Care ma vor chinui.

                                                       Georgiana Apostol

Hope

She turned around. Suddenly she was crying. Biting her own lip and drinking her own tears. With hiccups shaking her rib cage she looked at me and said:
"I hate hope. Hope is when you hurt your knee badly and you want to walk again, as soon as possible. Hope is when someone breaks your heart and you need to believe that it will mend! Hope is when there's war and you feel that everything that was destroyed will be restored, exactly like it was, and that it's the last war the world would witness!! Hope follows bad things. When we hope it means something went wrong."
Even though hope is many times the only thing that keeps us alive, I saw the truth in her words, I saw something I never considered. It's been the saddest lesson in my whole life. The only thing I could do was hug her. Hug her tight. Give her what she hated.

Colivie din oase

                   mi-am încarcerat inima 
        într-o colivie din oase
        pe care o acopăr 
        cu pătura nopții
        dar ea
        nu are astâmpăr
        vede 
        simte 
        cântă
        inima mea 
        acum este un porumbel
        care-și caută zborul
        spre pieptul tău spin




                       Georgiana Apostol

Iarna

                 

              




        E iarnă
        Și-nfloresc castanii,
        Pe cărarea vechilor iubiri,
        Incendii de ninsoare
        Stârnesc în promoroacă
        Cleștare de amintiri.




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                    De privești în depărtare
        Orașele în zare-s ninse
        Prin deluviul de ninsoare
        Abia zărești lumini aprinse.

        Mii de fulgi cu disperare,
        Spre pământ plutesc ușor,
        Ciocnindu-se la întâmplare
        Cu dragoste și cu fior.

        Voioasă și jucăușă,
        De sub blana de zăpadă,
        Se arată o brândușă
        S-o admire codrul toată.

        Luna cea înfrigurată,
        O privește temătoare,
        Căci brândușa-i amuzată
        De natura visătoare.

        Vântul parcă e turbat
        Și izbește într-o clipă,
        Zborul norului crispat
        Ce se pierde în derivă.

        Fumul se înalță în zare,
        Dintr-un horn cam schilodit,
        Ceața crește tot mai mare
        Peste orașul amorțit.

        Fără foșnet se răsfiră,
        Norul palid sclipitor,
        Iară codrul se tot miră
        Cum de bradul e actor.

        




                  Georgiana Apostol