I still remember the day we met,
Your navy suit,
and my green lacy dress.
Your eyes across the room from mine,
sparkle building on sparkle,
life creating love.

I didn’t mean to act that way;
too cold, too unloving,
too far away.
Your lifeline could’ve clicked with mine,
but I was too broken
to know it at the time.

Now those days are a year away,
and you’re still a constant thought
in my head.
I tried to erase you a billion times,
but you, amore, wouldn’t leave my life.

I haven’t seen you in 11 months,
for I was chasing another life.
But when I’m alone in bed at night,
my only dream is your perfect touch.

And now I wonder if we’ll have it all,
as we have almost survived a storm.
I always say I don’t get attached,
but you, my love, just might be my nest.

-by Asja



Did I dream it? You and me.
Did we really sit right here?
Were those pearls for me, my love?
And those shivers through the night.

Now I’m staring into it,
A picture of your face right here,
Memories are fading fast,
But the one of our parting lasts.

Are we strangers in the hall?
So strong we were that we can’t talk.
I can see from looking back,
I was never meant to stay.

-by Asja

On Being Me.

I play hide and seek and jump fences at dusk. Just cause I want to feel alive. So I fall in love, not once, but a hundred times. And stay up late, not counting sheep, but piecing together broken dreams. And then I dream in screaming color about people I’ve never seen…and melodies that don’t exist. When I wake up to go about my day, I play with my hair and fix my red lipstick at least two times a day. I value time, and look for souls that may be lost in life. And when I’m down, I find purpose in the smallest of things, cause my eyes still sparkle after broken dreams. This is life with being me and I don’t think I would change a thing.

-by Asja


An hourglass was on my mind,

as your voice echoed through the night,

so here’s the story of you and I,

we had it all, except for time;


Now everything is just a blur,

as it happened in a moment’s spur,

and all I can is leave it to burn,

as I walk away as a batailleuse.

-by Asja 




A gasp of wind from far within,

Reaching out for you and me,

And just like that time stood still,

At the crack of dawn,

Not knowing what would be. 

-by Asja

Fast Train

True as the wind from east

life with you had little ease;

Like a fast train your look would strike, 

straight through that mask of glass.

-by Asja

For I Have Changed 

Lost. Not in who she is. Nor where she’ll be. But in the puppet show in which she’s the lead.

Disappointed. On a constant quest. Not for the dreams. But for the soul.

Torn. Between oceans. Longing for the world. Never not missing home.

Persistent. Always to rise. Not to be someone’s toy.

Certain. Failure she does not see, for a warrior she found within.


-by Asja

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