[Poem] Timo Schmitz: “Tell me, what do you see?” (2013)

My heart so terrible broken, Red flows the fluid through my body, Dark red and so cold, it doesn’t want to move on, Looking down in the dark, my hope is gone, Looking up to the bright, my hope walks along, But there where you are there is nothing among. And all this pain that

[Poem] Timo Schmitz: “From my mind to my heart” (2013)

A warm day, so comfortable, A restless heart, so adorable, And all what a heart will be able, But now I’m sitting lonely next to that table. She has stolen my heart, but she has already forgotten, She’s fragile inside, and knows it but …, She is too weak to admit her inside, And all

[Poem] Timo Schmitz: “I love your summer” (2013)

Forgotten in my heart, but not in my mind, You are so nasty, but in my dreams you are kind, I told you I will forget you, but somehow I can’t, And all my thoughts of you are blowing in the wind. I love your summer, I can’t await July, But in my heart, all

[Poem] Timo Schmitz: “Thick dust of July” (2013)

I don’t know how to describe your absence, so lonely am I, I miss you so much, I really don’t lie, Thou art that sickness that makes a loving heart die. Thou art the desire, the sky’s lovely magic, Thou art the gal, my heart to stick, Thine glance so fake, a lovely trick. Thou

Timo Schmitz: “Hope” (2013)

You see me regulary now, But you are strange to me, You want to hurry in my heart, You feel this place seems to be free. You think you are somebody great, And for you the whole world would wait, You think you are there, Your magnitude severe. Your charm wants me to come closer,

Timo Schmitz: “Waiting for you” (2013)

Dream, Wish, Warmth, Desire, Seeing you, being shy, feeling ashamed, Don’t show you my feeling. I ask myself what to do? Nothing – just waiting for you. Written in: August 2012 Adopted from: Schmitz, Timo. For better and for worse – A collection of poems. Berlin, 2013. All rights reserved.

Timo Schmitz: “My pretty July” (2013)

The wind it blows, the kiss good-bye, my heart is broken, in favor of July. The deep ocean is far, In the silence it dies, The desperate fear, The wings of July. The scene gets hotter, The heart just denies, The people so nervous, In front of me – July. The fear in my face,