MÓNIKA TÓTH

 

 

Tapestry Of Time

 

I confess the truth is

All is woven in times tapestry

and our lives are colored threads.

In the tapestry of time,

memories weave,

Broken recollections,

the past they retrieve.

Fractured and torn.

Yet, in these fragments,

beauty resides,

Moments cherished,

where the heart abides

 

I miss how...

 

I miss how we annoy each other.

I miss how we walked the stairs as we share a private joke about my height.

I miss how you chose the dangerous side when we cross the street.

I miss the way you see right through me even when I don't want you to.

I miss how we sometimes sing together when you walk me home.

I miss how you tell me that everything will be ok

 

You Are My Muse

 

you are my muse

 

your name

 

a tiny tattoo

 

on my neck

 

You Are

 

 

I adore you

I bloom.

You are there

every day

in my strawberry heart

 

We,The Gen Z

 

We, the Gen Z

We are old news.

The Generation Z is already here.

The Generation Z has ethics they say.

They blend work, play and life.

Welcome to the world, Generation Z!

Hope you have a nice decade.

With the dream of a radical transformation,

they are shaping a new tomorrow.

How strange, isn't it?

 

I need you

 

for you Vasile

 

Am writing this piece,

A very simple and genuine piece,

To remind you of three things,

That I love you,

That I miss you,

And

That I need you...

 

MÓNIKA TÓTH