Andjela Antic Poems

We cut our fingers
Let blood leak
Just so we could make a heart
And call it our bloody art
...

She's been thru hell and back
Little girl filled with love in her has died
So now she mourns her dressed in black
...

Upon the mountain, upon the hills
Where the grass is ever so green
Is a pile of yellow daffodils
Where sun shines so bright
...

You said you love me
But I know that you don't
You put her above me
But me, you never won't
...

Under the syringa tree
Is where you said you love me
Where you promised me the world
You promised you'd never leave
...

Old tales, told among those who believe
Legends, spoke those who have seen with their own eyes
Old stories, told kids before they go to sleep
While pirates cruise the sea, in waters deep
...

It's not fair, everything I say, you don't hear
You cover me, don't seem to even care
You do not support me, my dreams, wishes
You say it's absurd
...

This is a story
That I tell to my heart before I fall asleep
At the end of the day it makes me happy
I tell it 'till I fall in deep
...

Her hair like sunset looks
Soul is like open books
Her eyes hold this strong flame
When she looks at you, she takes her aim
...

I see you afar
As I drag my fingers across my guitar
I uprise my head
I behold at the sky
...