if you find the girl who haunts me in my dreams, tell her I love her.
tell her how even when I'm wide awake, I wish I wasn't so that I could be her lover.
how I miss her love, and her deep blue eyes.
I hate to see her go, I only get to see her from sunset to sunrise.
the stars shine so brightly when she comes to invade my sleep,
she welcomes me with a soft kiss upon my cheek.
oh how I miss the girl who's got me so in love,
for when she smiles I swear I'm floating with the gods above.
her lips are soft, they taste so sweet, I can't wait until the next time we meet.
I smile when the sun begins to set, and my heart pounds in my chest
because I know who I'll see, and I won't be lonely because the girl I love will be lovin me.
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 5:37 PM UTC
My body is my home.
Pink lips that give out fake smiles,
Voice that has spoken up and been shut down,Voice that has told many lies
Hands that have written what I dare not say, hands that have been used to pick up my mother broken pieces and putting them back together
Legs that have ran for miles but still haven't gotten away
Brown eyes that have cried many nights but still father never noticed why
Arms that were used to hug my mother when she was broken, arms that were used to hug myself when I felt alone
Brain that over thinks things and makes me doubt myself
Heart that has loved many who don't deserve it, heart that has been shattered into a million pieces but beating to this day
Fists that clench up when I can't speak
Body that I have hated, that I have loved
Body that has been bruised, cut, beaten, hurt, scared, don't worry because he loved you.
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 11:09 AM UTC