Love Will Take YouI was completely and hopelessly in love with you. The moment I saw you, I knew my life would never be the same.
I know, without looking at her again, she's out of my hands ....
His fingers intertwined with mine and I lead a wonderful and warm tingling throughout the body.
Contemplate its glorious profile and my heart is filled with desire so overwhelming I can hardly stand.
And, at the moment when I look into your eyes, I begin to mourn helplessly.
Bite the glare of the afternoon. Until the end of the night.
The blood tastes like sadness, Fang speaks softly. Wolf Moon ... the pain of a fallen angel.
Kiss me cold dawn divine guardian. My immortal creature in an eternal embrace.
If you think of a more original expression please just tell me... .
Who would have believed that she was alone in the air, hidden, your look. I want you in my sleep at night, I'm sad and I love you. Look as well in the silence, I love you. I love you, love you, thankfully.
You make me feel insecure. The only cert
Never ThinkYou start to make me feel "happy" What does that mean? Is it limited to our mutual interest in a complete stranger?Never Think3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have forced feelings just thinking about it (a thought splendid and glorious).
The feeling of rejection and injustice.
I console myself with the idea that if I can not be with her, at least I can be with their things. I settle in velvet sofa, and watch the things you most appreciate in hopes of still being one of them.
Ten centimeters of silence between your hands and my hands
Both know the same type of loss.
We both feel guilty in a way.
After all, there is nostalgia ...
We try to read between the lines, between words and between letters maybe.
Both created characters, we make unrealistic portraits of each other. We ask questions whose appeal is that go unanswered ...
And what else? Nothing. No other person around us. We do not live anywhere. We have no age. We have no face. We make no distinction between day and night. We do not live in any era.
All we have are our tw
She is one of those girlsI always thought she felt good about herself to be at my side, no matter the place or situation, but I have found she won't.She is one of those girls8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Now I must aspire with rancor and close my ears to the world: I must talk to myself:
Put myself on your shoes.
How difficult it must be for her to accept that loves me.
And I cannot throw myself to the tragedy, she is not the only thing in my life.
There is a belief, the only faith I profess is the confidence of eternal love, the wisdom of a bewildering passion, and I only accept as truth what I can rationally understand: you.
The nights are cold, the nights are sad. They are the tears shed when you remember that she it is not a fantasy.
And it is in those moments when you think you could do anything for her ... commit a crime. I've heard that people abandoned to death, a day before they receive a last meal. The best of their life.
And it is in these crazy things when I think I would ask one last kiss, a moment with you. The best of my life.
She is one of those g
How I Would DieLove is one of the features in life … "When you are smiling the whole world smiles with you"How I Would Die3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was what saved my life, you know. I wonder why something so simple can thus repel people.
Brief or extended, spontaneous or carefully constructed, is in any way an apogee in human relations.
To say that we are engaged sound too frivolous and inappropriate if you consider our past, our present and our future, it is evident that we have shared history makes us much more than that.
However, I can loudly proclaim that we are some twins and eternal companions.
And to be honest, I prefer not to describe the relationship between us.
As much learn to live with the huge void left by its absence.
I've been a freak for too long, it hurts just to see me.
I know how you feel right now, and you deserve it.
When I see you, can not tell anything. From the tone and rhythm, it seems dynamic, fast-paced, energetic, agile, even a little hectic. No one with the lower voltage would like you.
I think your sp
Angel or DemonThese eyes look at you as if the night look you today...Angel or Demon1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Divine woman, for a bliss of my being that I found you; precious woman, for my sadness that you just looked me.
You and I share my soul at find us, but then I stayed empty and you without me.
The vile object of my sublime passion... I secretly playing that part of you that I've put a name.
Why I treasure the spells you put on my soul already thirsty?
At night, some part of me walks maddened looking for more reasons than have to forget you, and then go on loving you.
Will there be in your heart just mud and poison? Or will you be the beautiful rose in my perpetual Eden?
I panic to forget about you in a short time... because I want to love you at least two lives with infinite time...
Always hinders so many things, you and me just one hinders us: your desire.
That pearl fallen from heaven... woman most pure as a serene light.
When my hands are shaking almost getting rid of reason ... standing before the angel that heaven left withou
You Make My DreamsWhile her beautiful eyes attempt to transmit all his love in vain.You Make My Dreams2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An angel shows her beautiful face as soon as someone who claims to be in love with death appears.
My love is eternal and our intertwined souls will live to the end of time mired in a romantic embrace.
Do not impede the one who loves you to love you enough. Where the edge and the boundary is also the distance to the moon and the infinite universe.
For me you are the rain, sliding over me.
And the moon I want to feel...
My words without saying…
The songs without singing…
And a million dreams with you, my muse...
I hope you hear the voice of all the things that sleep with open eyes of my soul.
I look at you, unable to move, to do something, to stop this little heart.
A breath of air or light (a breath of your lips, a spark in your eyes), something hardly noticeable, barely earthly, pass through my body making me feel lighter, weightless, ethereal.
Life is a dark abyss of sorrow without you, and I'm alone.