Friday 8 May 2015

One more time?

He told me he wears his heart on his sleeve,
I told him that my heart had been broken again.
He called me beautiful and meant it,
I called him, because I was lonely.
He made me laugh even so I didn't want to,
I made the decision to let go of the pain.
He send me flowers without a reason,
I send out that letter that I've been holding on to.
He held my hand when I was weak,
I held onto the moment and let go of the past.
He promised everything will be all-right,
I promised me to put myself first.
he asked me to be his future,
I asked myself should I risk one more time
He kissed me and
                I kissed him back!

by Ilona Rosenthal-Payne





Monday 4 May 2015


A beautiful Poem of my beautiful friend

I remember the day, I met you by chance,
we hung out in the kitchen and I felt like home.
I had found a friend, someone that listened to me
and still remembered every word the next time we met!
Sometimes month would pass, life got so busy,
but whenever we saw each other again, 
it was like that first time in the kitchen
We talked, we laughed, never cried...I do that now!
If I would have known last week when I saw you for the last time,
that death will visit you before I will, 
would I have taken it for granted that you would be there tomorrow?
What if I would have known, that when we said Good Bye,
that it really was the last hug and the last kiss.
What if I would have known that it would be the last time 
we will talk about our loved ones, our hopes, our dreams,
would I have stayed a little longer, and hugged you a little closer?
Now you are in heaven, left all the worries behind,
like so many loved ones with broken hearts.
Your life was too short, you were too young to go!
I miss you, there is a void in my heart,
I lost my beautiful friend! 
But the day will come when I will meet you again,
we will hang out in heaven's kitchen
and it will be like the first time we ever met!

I love you girlfriend
R.I.P. Juanita