hi, I'm Vaz. I'm 23, english and I love words.

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  • vasaliza 13w

    My baby lives in shades of cool
    Blue heart and hands and aptitude
    He lives for love, for women, too
    I'm one of many, one is blue
    And when he calls
    He calls for me, not for you
    He prays for love, he prays for peace
    And maybe someone new

  • vasaliza 15w

    Among monsters, I am well hidden
    Who looks for a leaf in the forest ?

  • vasaliza 18w

    There's a halo in your mouth
    and I like how it burns.

  • vasaliza 19w

    God knows I live
    God knows I died
    God knows I begged
    Begged, borrowed and cried
    God knows I loved
    God know I lied
    God knows I lost
    God gave me life
    And God knows I tried
    God knows I tried

  • vasaliza 19w

    I sailed you
    Like an ocean.
    You were
    as blue,
    as deep,
    As dangerous

  • vasaliza 21w

    My arms ache,
    outstretched for too long,
    wrapped around
    A lover who's not there

  • vasaliza 21w

    Today I forgive myself.
    not just once.
    again, and again
    and again, as many times
    as it takes to find peace

  • vasaliza 22w

    As a kid, I would count backwards from ten and imagine at one, there would be an explosion–perhaps caused by a rogue planet crashing into Earth or some other major catastrophe. When nothing happened, I'd feel relieved and at the same time, a little disappointed.

    I think of you at ten; the first time I saw you. Your smile at nine and how it lit up something inside me I had thought long dead. Your lips at eight pressed against mine and at seven, your warm breath in my ear and your hands everywhere. You tell me you love me at six and at five we have our first real fight. At four we have our second and three, our third. At two you tell me you can't go on any longer and then at one, you ask me to stay.

    And I am relieved, so relieved–and a little disappointed.

  • vasaliza 22w

    Heroin in my veins
    You in my thoughts

  • vasaliza 23w

    I mean it's such a cliche.
    Such a shame.
    To think you'd stay.
    Ruffeld, quilted sheets
    We didn't stop at one sip
    Moans filled the empty room
    'Stay a little longer'
    It gets lonely in a place
    where nobody knows you name