Your voice so soothing and calm,
At night I feel your palm.
It caresses my cheek in my sleep,
And I know you are mine to keep.
...
I wished we lived in a fairytale,
too far for others to find.
I wish for mountains with snow so pale,
so we can leave our lives behind.
...
You know exactly what to say,
at times I feel grey.
I feel so weak,
everytime you speak.
...
You made me cry,
And I don’t know why.
But then I look into your blue eyes,
And that awful feeling dies.
...
Everytime you look me in the eye,
I will know that you are my kind of guy.
I’m never able to say goodbye,
I’m not telling a lie.
...
You are loving and kind,
You are even able to read my mind.
You know me so well,
You know things about me I don’t even tell.
...
It's already late,
but I still can't sleep.
The evening began so great,
but now all I can do is weep.
...
A day without you is like a year without rain,
A year without you is like a killing pain.
I wonder if you feel it when I think about you,
Because I know you think about me too.
...
I can still remember your words,
Life is not always fair.
I can still remember that I thought it was absurd.
I didn’t want to believe those words existed in this air.
...
Tears are falling from my eyes,
they can't seem to quit.
I know you're not like other guys,
but it is you I want to hit.
...
I say that it's okay,
when it's not.
I feel like I'm ruining your day,
my stomach feels in a knot.
...
Was it just a flirt,
that brought me this hurt?
I'm not sure of my pain,
or who I will blame.
...
You always made me feel safe,
I was never afraid.
Even when I wasn’t brave,
You made the fear fade.
...
Dark night,
A wolf’s howling.
Full moon silver like a knight,
And I was drowning,
...
What do people put in a biography? It is so much easier when others write these kind of stuff for you. But anyway, what would interest people who read my poetry? I have no clue what so ever. Well, I am Mariaelena Di Rocco. I am part Italian and part Dutch. And now you might wonder: why would she write her poems in English. Well, that question is easily answered. I went to a bilingual high school. I am comfortable with the English langues. I think in English, I dream in English, I even talk to myself in English. I love the English language, a lot have called me weird, someone once told me that I speak one of the most beautiful languages in the world (Italian) and that I am a strange person that I love English more. Well... I am glad I am strange. I think I am babbling a little. That is one thing I do very often, babbling. I jus start talking about practically nothing. I love German sheps. These dogs have inspired a poem. But that poem is on a different account on here. I lost my password and the email-address was deleted. That is why I made a new account. This is the link: http: //poemhunter.com/mariaelena-di-rocco/. Those were my first poems. And I wrote them before I found my muse :) . So definately not my best ones. Hmmm... what else can I tell in here. I don't know. If you want to know something just send me a message and I will add it on here or answer it personally. I also want to thank all the people who read my poems. It means a lot to me. So thank you, very much.)
A Dream
A dream,
It was so pure.
A scream,
That made my life so unsure.
I wake up from that dream,
And find myself in bed.
I woke up with an ear piercing scream,
And remember every word he said.
Tears rolling down my face,
And keep falling down.
I can’t stop feeling out of place,
And keep wondering if someone knows I’m still around.
I opened up my heart,
And let you in.
But now I wonder if that was smart,
Because everything is crumbling within.