I Am NotI am not Ugly; you're just holding the mirror wrong.More Like This
I am not Blind; I just love to listen.
I am not Retarded; I just learn differently than you.
I am not ADHD; the world just fascinates me.
I am not Depressed; this is how I smile
I am not Fat; I'm just as big as my heart.
I am not Bisexual; I want to share my love with all.
I am not Cross-eyed; One eye sees beauty in this universe,
the other looks towards my future.
Before you think you may have the answer, on who I'm supposed to be,
I am not Special; I'm just being me.
Next to youNext to you there is no poem that describes your lips.More Like This
Next to you my poor verses dance out of rhythm.
Next to you my love seems like a mountain
And old mountain that lost its green,
A green that grew over your breasts, over your neck
While my kisses destroyed the sound of the night
When the moon exploded making me cry
And your voice allowed me to love, allowed me to find
Your soul through my hands,
Your heart, your mind, my faith.
Oh, beautiful queen that sings for this owl,
Console my dreams, my mouth, my face,
Make me a new body with your strokes,
Comb my hair slowly feeding my desire,
Feeding my hope, giving me a sense...
A sense to live.
Collect my memories in a glass made in gold
And drink my stories, stories of a love,
A love I never wrote,
A love that existed only in my bed,
Only as a lie, only in my head.
An incomplete heart, that's what I am.
A bitter sweet fruit tasted for many
But never for you.
And you know you're my life.
But you act like a slut
I can't be your friendI can't be your friend.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