LAURA MATACHE · VERSURI
She keeps her heart in vinyl lines, dust and gold in between the times, when silence grows too loud to hold, she lets the music take control. Late at night, no words to say, just a song that finds its way, through every crack she tries to hide— it sings the truth she keeps inside.
When it’s too much to understand, she lets it fall into a sound— every tear becomes a chord, every lost thing gets found.
She turns to music when it overflows, when her soul is something nobody knows, every feeling finds a home— in a melody, she’s not alone. And love… it rises in the dark, like a quiet, glowing spark, some hearts don’t speak, they just… unfold— and let the music make them whole.
Happiness don’t always shine, sometimes it walks a thinner line, soft as light on broken days, coloring life in quiet ways. Little moments, barely there, like a breeze inside the air, she feels them more than she can say— they hum beneath her every day.
In a world of walls and fear, truth is rare, but crystal clear— every soul that dares to show, is a door she wants to know.
She turns to music when it overflows, when her soul is something nobody knows, every feeling finds a home— in a melody, she’s not alone. And love… it rises in the dark, like a quiet, glowing spark, some hearts don’t speak, they just… unfold— and let the music make them whole.
If you show me who you are, I will meet you where you are— no disguise, no in-between, just the truth we’ve never seen. In your voice, I hear the light, in your silence—endless skies, every open, honest soul… pulls me closer than I know.
She turns to music, lets it breathe, every hidden part released, every note becomes her voice— in the sound, she makes a choice. And love… it’s never loud or fast, it’s the quiet things that last, some feelings don’t need to be told— they become the songs we hold.
© Laura Matache · Toate drepturile rezervate.
