Monday, February 1, 2021




Not Meant To Be


I look up

and I just see

black line.

- It separates the sky and the hill.


I look in front of me

a lighted scene stings my eyes.

Around me - just the head.

Darkness hid the bodies.

Sounds of a violin

they soften my heart,

and thoughts fly far, far away ...


I wonder where you are ...


I wish you could only drink to me with your own eyes,

And I will do my best.

I wish they would leave me a kiss, but in a glass,

And I won't ask for wine.

The thirst that grows from the soul,

He is constantly looking for a divine drink.

Your wine is a drink I should have drunk forever ...


Because as I lift the glass ,

As wine comes in my mouth

I feel love enters through my veins.

That’s all I know for truth.

That is one notorious fact.

And every time,

Before I grow old and die,

I will sip any wine,

Thinking of you with all my heart.

Wishing you were mine,

Wishing I could look at you and sigh.




You fulfill me,

You inspire me,

You keep me safe,

You have me.

You make me laugh,

You please me,

You tolerate me

And you annoy me.

You want me

and you exalt me.

You enlighten me,

you compel me.

You promote me

Never leave me.

You are everything that I need.

And more.

It is written on your face.

To the millionth degree,

To infinity…


Ice Box


Look at me.

I'm not what I used to be.

I was obviously living a lie.

I learned the hard way.


Only when I thought of you

only then I was not alone.

Only you healed me.

I believed in something impossible,

I did not sleep because of something magical.

I was breathing,

I studied,

I lived for that magic.

I was planning something unimaginable.

You do not know how many times I imagined everything perfectly.

I knew we could ...

I wish we could.

Now here's an ice box,

at the place where my heart used to beat.


And ... I have nothing left.

My only light went out.

You have stolen the only thing I lived for.

With just one word you became silent.

In just a moment the sky closed for me.

In just one breath the kingdom fell like cards.

You do not know ... that I know,

that it is not your fault that I do not have you.

And just like a tattoo,

I will always have you.



MILICA PAUNOVSKA was born in the heart of Macedonia in the distant 1989 year, in a small city Negotino where she spends her childhood days. Until she moves to the capital city and starts faculty of Economics and shortly after starts working there in Skopje. She has been writing in the past 15 years and has revealed her first book, a collection of poems entitled "Incomplete", where she exposes herself, lets her voice be heard and allows others to peek and hear part of it. Some of her poems have already been translated and published on several foreign languages and poetry pages. For her poems, she says that they reveal herself and with her verses she gives direction to all the people who have been through or are going through similar situations as she does. She shows them that nothing is lost if you find the right creative way to feel and express yourself.

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