FALLEN

Your silhouette burns

where the candles misbehave.

The wind whispers through

every step I take,

and I have learned

that solitude is true.

I stared into the void,

and it stared back at me—

a fractured mirror

of celestial decay.

Every reflection screams

that I shouldn't be here,

making me question:

Was the fall ever mine?

I reached for my wings,

detached them,

unveiling my forbidden skin.

My golden feathers

have turned to ashes.

My halo is already gone.

Heaven's gates

forever closed.

The flames burn

between my thighs,

begging for the fire

that once tamed

the darkness I became.

Still, it calls your name.

and I forever fall

just to hear you begging.

The longing for your blood

will never cease.

For even without my wings,

even with Heaven behind me,

I still remember

how you made me burn.

And I fall—

and fall—

and fall.

©Diana Mistera

BEAUTIFULLY BROKEN

 I keep your promises like a loaded gun,

And fire them into dreams before the dawn.

The fading night still echoes what you’ve done,

A shadow tracing where your warmth has gone.

In every sudden silence, you remain

A heavy ghost inside the empty space.

I linger on the borderlands of pain,

Where lost and found are impossible to trace.

The twilight blurs the edges of the room,

Your voice, a whisper in the evening haze.

A phantom echo drifting through the gloom,

To trap me in the labyrinth of your gaze.

Two reckless hearts that spin around, undone,

I stop pretending everything is fine.

I’d rather break beneath a rising sun

Than end this endless sake of yours and mine.

The daylight bleeds across the bedroom floor,

To sweep away the wreckage of the night.

Yet still, I brace against the closing door,

And surrender to the ghost I cannot fight.

©Diana Mistera

THE QUESTION THAT REMAINS

 I swallowed stars

and still remain unfit.

I smile at the wrongs

until despair becomes my home.

I pray to find my way back home,

but my prayers get lost in eternity.

You know, time is a liar,

wearing hundreds of mortal masks.

Along the way, the void

became what you called soul.

Existence became a wound

that never bled,

and the blade is what drives it home.

And in the drift of days,

I am a question

that still remains unfold.

©Diana Mistera 

ETERNAL LOVE

The moon reveals

what daylight tries to hide.

My thirst is older

than the stars above,

an eternal love

that time cannot erase.

Still, I remain—

aching beyond eternity,

loving beyond death,

forever reaching for you

through every life

the universe allows.

©Diana Mistera

OUTSIDE THE GATES

 Outside the gates,

I counted to seven—

and I fell down.

My memories still intact,

I looked around and felt:

”this is not my world.”

Since when did love become

illegal, wanted, indiscriminate?

My will, will not survive in here.

I see eyes full of fear,

full of tears,

as if something is missing.

Everyone is alone.

Everybody is a stranger.

And I wonder…

Does anybody feel

my heart,

my love?

And then I understood:

What is missing

is what they seek.

©Diana Mistera

DO YOU HEAR ME STILL?

 Do you hear me still,

somewhere beyond the silence?

Do you feel my heart

when it whispers your name?

If this love is forever,

why does it hurt so much?

Why does every memory

still tremble beneath my touch?

I hold on to the moments

we promised would never fade,

to every “always,” every “forever,”

to the dreams our hearts once made.

But forever feels lonely

when I’m holding it alone.

And love can be beautiful

even when it breaks your home.

So I keep asking the darkness,

hoping somehow you’ll hear:

If our love was meant to last,

why does losing you feel so near?

Maybe forever isn't time.

Maybe it’s what love leaves behind—

a voice that stays in the silence,

a name that lives in the mind.

Do you hear me still?

I’m still here, somehow.

If this love is forever,

maybe I’m learning how

to love you without holding you,

to remember without pain,

and to let forever be forever—

even if you never come again. 

© Diana Mistera