Even after existenceI too had a love, it was big, perhaps as much as it is today my pain. I also felt the charm of a scented mouth.
I can’t see you sad, because it kills me ... the essence that was the light of my soul.
Your face full of sorrow ... my sweet love ... Today I missed that nothing that was between you and me, subtle and quiet.
It hurts so much those tears that you pour out... it fills my heart with anguish ... and trying to smile, even with closed eyes, I see you perfectly.
I suffer the unimaginable if you are sad ... and it just seems natural to have your lips against mine, against my face and throat.
I do not want that doubt makes you cry. The notes of the violins impose their pace, our pace, the rhythm of your heart.
We have sworn to love us until death, and if the dead love, after death we can love us even more.
Oh ... Women that walk in front of me and never dedicate their glances at me ... So close to my eyes, so far away from my life...
And she, the special one, always smiling, l
Woman or GirlMy heart of his deep slumber will awaken ... And maybe instead of heart I will have an unfeeling gravestone of dead...Woman or Girl1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I do not know if her hate or my love made her to look like a sweet girl in my eyes...
Or perhaps I should not say girl, but quite a woman ... because in you there is no innocence, and your absence leaves me in doubt and emptiness, and I, however, woman, I leave the whole soul ... something that only makes me feel a muse like you.
I don't miss you wanted to provoke me, nor miss you managed to submit myself: because you were able to love me, but you are unable to understand me.
To be honest with you my friends, I think I almost understood what heaven was...
No need to look at my other poems, should not look at the story of my life to know the answer to the question that some of you have asked me: What is your definition of poetry? Easy... poetry... is you!
How sad is that ... Don’t you think? of course ... how sad I am without you ...
What does a world mean without
I Belong to YouLove is too dangerous for me.I Belong to You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My incredible and amazing girlfriend / soul mate / eternal companion / consort (seriously, I have to find the right word).
And maybe I've gotten so paranoid, jealous and possessive because I automatically assumed that if she is not as focused on me as usual, I have the danger of being replaced.
Little has happened since then, but the truth is that I live full of uncertainty, every day I get more questions, and feel I need to get some answers.
I pulled back to look at you, I wonder how you got to think something like that, when I've always been the one who was afraid to disappoint.
And in that one way to be alone, I even pity myself.
I know it's a poor deformation, but truth is that in that moment you feel alone in the world.
After the joy comes loneliness. After the fullness comes loneliness.
Has reached a delicate point in our dialogue. I wrote you every day, but I have not sent any messages, I deleted all.
But when three days pass without you write, I fe
Solitary ManHe, of laminated paper; she, full of lucid emotions, finally clearer and sincere.Solitary Man2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But among them stands a figure that breaks the protocol.
He enters her thoughts and sullies his privacy to find out that she is dominated by an authentic passion for life, which flows in the veins mixed with blood, giving strength to his artistic soul.
He has no specific age. It comes from the kingdom where nobody dies.
Sometimes feel that he is dying alive, and his only hope is the death.
He calls the living dead his friends, and calls the living, his executioners.
How many times when laugh also cries... His soul cries when her face laughs.
You are always, when I close my eyes, when I open the window, you are the image in the palm of my hands, what people see in my eyes.
You are what you are not with anyone, literary night, pulsation of death, ridiculous promise and love.
She: A black line extends her eyes ... Blurs the gray pencil, trying to make them even more beautiful. White teeth taste like mint. A
If an angel hears meIf there is an angel near me, I pray to remember me, and I know it will, at see my love for you.If an angel hears me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Although I also know... that between me and her, the sky only have dark clouds...
I will pray, I will seek, I swear, I will find it, even if I had to look in a million stars.
In this dark life, absurd without you ... I feel you've become the center and the end of my universe...
If love have any limit, I would cross it for her, and in the vast emptiness of my nights, I feel you, and I will love you ... like I could love you for the first time, when a kiss was a whole lifetime...
Feeling like I lost all my mind... for you.
I understand that your kisses must never be mine, I realize that I will never see my reflection in your eyes. But despite that ... my heart ... instead of love you less, loves you even more.
The two is just one single soul: The scent of her hair, the murmur of her silence...
Her smile like a sweet tale... the sweet honey I tasted on your lips.
I thought you and thought you
I Know What You AreYou have a very hard heart, as frozen.I Know What You Are3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can not help but wonder if I ever get used to his incredible beauty ... The ideal yin for my pale yang.
I want to give a compliment. I love that you can care so much for a person who does not know anything, that has never seen and probably will not ever see, and it has nothing more to wait ... since you can not know if it will reciprocate.
It's unusual and I appreciate it.
You glow with uncommon brightness ... then goes and so abstracted, that was determined to give up everything.
Some factions that you wanted to die only for see them.
You are the death compensation, its essential correlative. They are right. That at least capitalized happiness does not exist, and that began to seem demeaning my condition of being alone.
Anyway ... you have so much talent in so many things ... it's not even fair!
But I do not know how far is intact without you. Without a tremor more because you're mine and it's so nice to know that you exist, I feel alive.
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