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
The SacramentNo longer responds to my messages, nor my calls...The Sacrament2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every day hanging by a thread is my hope...
I never believe to lose my heart this way for someone else…
Now I wonder why suddenly she no longer wanted me. Why my life went empty. Why nobody answer my questions...
Nothing left without her...
Live without living in me and the hope for life is so high, that I die, because I do not die...
One day I dreamed a love like no one could ever dream it, some love it was all life, all poetry.
And the winter passed and did not come, and the spring also passed, and neither came.
I'll stop calling the Moon by your name. Maybe knows, that I died in your mouth.
You have killed more than ten times and I have been reborn in other: your eyes.
Happy images of the woman fill my confused mind.
My heart lets himself go, and for the first time is quiet. And I smile at the naive girl.
About the beauty of the night, the immortality of the spirit, the stupid of the diurnal world, the black magic, his desire
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
What Part of ForeverYour look was as unfathomable as it had once been.What Part of Forever2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cold only to burn, burning just for frosting, amazing, flirty, imagined and imaginary ... do, not talk.
How you fell from heaven...
Meanwhile, my dreams with you, I'm alone with your memories, and revere my memories to keep them alive.
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 in my mind with you…
Long lashes framing your eyes, the nose straight and that sensuous mouth whose corners are curved upward in a mocking gesture.
From my soul, the night was ours, with all its doubts and debts ...
Almost as if a great sculptor had become a human being in an ethereal creature ... my muse ...
Then I slide my hand through your skin like a brush.
A halo of light surrounding you, enhancing your femininity.
Your scent is still here, suspended in the atmosphere of this house ...
Distancing me of the penetrating gaze of yo
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
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.Love Will Take You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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
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 girls11 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
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