Favorite spot on earth

My most beautiful place on earth

My home 

My hope

My inspiration

Was once a childhood memory

Captured between abandoned walls,

Old windows and dirt and a fantasy

Of something so catchy, so mysterious,

I  believed I lived a novel.

And in summer I stood underneath

The most mesmerizing place on earth

That never meant anything

Other than for me to be 

My favorite spot

My story 

My belief.

And in autumn I imagined getting lost

To be found in the arms of this place.

Years passing by,

The philosophy of my fantasy

Blurred, then woke me up in envy:

A girl whose hair I aspired to touch

Let someone else touch it instead.

She smiled, her eyes were sparkling

(once they did so for me)

It is THEIR place now.

Her, him, not me,

With all the jealousy 

This place meant even more to me.

I came here through the shattered windows,

Old dirt and a fantasy,

With every picture on my phone

The magic seemed to lose it's patience:

I couldn't find it anymore.

In spring I came here with a boy,

Holding my hand, pointing ahead

"We'll come back here another day".

I waited months, years, a decade,

I sit back here,

The most beautiful spot on earth.

Childhood atmsphere,

Only the bottle in my hand pays back

What I experienced

At my favorite place on earth.

And in summer nights

I lay there, gazing at the stars,

Trying my chance,

My second love 

Wouldn't even last long enough

To lead him to this place

Where my heart is pumping through every corner.

And in summer I wasn't strong enough 

To seperate violent rain from tears.

Every night I sat in fear,

Writing the novel of my life

That started right here as a child.

My favorite spot on earth

Is just as peaceful as a kiss.

And every kiss is a new start

This place on earth

My muse

My heart

When autumn came, I was a leaf:

One of those trees proposed my death,

The arms of darkness, grief and silence

In this place 

Brought me my peace;

I argue 

My most beautiful place on earth

Was alive, this building breathed.

I think it would've loved me, even when I was shattered.

The last time I went 

To my most mesmerizing place on earth,

My home was ready to pick up the pieces of my heart

And the phrases from my novel,

Stitch them together.

Eventually the sun started warming this place again for me.

And as I sit here buried in winter snow,

I am thankful my favorite place 

Has always been by my side

Although right here

A part of my magic died.