The girl next to meHow could I forget her?The girl next to me in Free Verse More Like This
Her long hair seemed made from a piece of fire,
The sun painted some touches of grace on it
Like a divine comb over the ocean
And the wind knew how to caress its soul.
Waves of sweetness fell down over her white shirt.
I remember all...I remember well.
It always looked good to me.
I was in love...I fell in love.
I never knew how it smelled,
I never stayed that close.
I was so shy
I was just twelve.
It always was tied
She looked so cute
But the day that ribbon left that sea
I saw the glory.
Her hands giving shape to that delicate forest.
She was my queen, my princess, my everything.
I'd ask heaven to stop the time
Because that girl was my life.
I woke up only for her,
To find her, to see her.
Her eyes made me feel I didn't belong there.
Her lips made me think of old songs my dad loved,
Full of poetry I was not able to compose.
I imagined myself singing for her
And she smiling at me.
My pillow knew all of the things I wanted to say,
All of the dreams, all of my te
I can't be your friendI can't be your friend.I can't be your friend in Free Verse More Like This
No, I can't.
I've tried many times.
I've tried different ways
And I can't live with the idea of being your friend...
Just your friend.
I know I can't force your love.
I know it makes no sense.
I dreamed of us, you know?
Yes, I thougt it could happen.
I used to see you in my window even if you were not there.
I believed in each smile painted on your face.
I remember the times you changed your hair.
I remember my shoulder being your bed,
My chest, your pillow.
Where will I go?
Who will be like you?
I'm tired of hearing that I will find the right girl.
I thought she was you.
Why to search for somebody to replace my princess?
I always wanted a kiss,
At least just one
Or something more than "sweetheart".
Your hugs were my dreamland,
Your arms around me, your smell, the texture of your clothes...
You always loved those ones different than me.
I'm just a good heart, support, an advice,
Your clown, your "aww".
I wish I couldn't feel this
Am I that ugly? Am I not j
During the nightDuring the night I hear the voice of a muse,During the night in Free Verse More Like This
I hear the voice of God,
Chopin in love,
A soul around,
my soul, her soul,
The language of the night,
The melody of my heart,
The beauty of a girl that calls my hands,
My pencil caressing those lips,
My voice that speaks through shy outlines,
Soft shadows that draw her life,
A silent desire that my mind controls,
that my paper screams,
and the immensity of the night
again and again