I'm your December,
you are my January.
The end of a year
and the begining of a new.
I am the despair,
you are the hope.
You love me,
I do too.
But,
I just don't wish for you,
to share the same angst.
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 8:49 AM UTC
Tears, in her eyes
Only phobia I ever had,
Tears, in her eyes
Only thing i'll ever crave.
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 6:57 PM UTC
With thunders and lighting,
We bid farewell to the home,
Deserving the European chrome.
The rivals celebrated the win,
We wept in deep sorrow,
Not of defeated, Neither humiliation,
It was something far important,
Our home, died, on a night
even the sky cried.
The night, we won,
Yet lost everything we had,
There was deep sorrow somewhere,
In a city lit up with festive joy,
Thats where Vicente Calderon was,
The home to Los RajiBlancos.
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 1:35 AM UTC
Told how to live, how to dress, how to talk,
Taught how to sit, how to eat, how to walk,
We buried our freedom beneath the gloss of life.
The savages lived happily after all,
Not caring about the gloss of success,
They enjoyed the hell hole, called life.
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 6:53 AM UTC
beneath his flawless public facade,
coated by the veneer of composure;
and the gloss of success,
he hid tragic despair of his life…
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 6:51 AM UTC
never will I ever try to fit myself,
in a predefined mould of perfection,
until the day comes,
all of our fingerprints are the same.
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 6:41 AM UTC
the love he needed,
the gloss of success he craved,
it was nothing but a masquerade…
blinded by the laminated desires,
of the mockery camouflaged as love,
he fell for a complete charade.
foolish he was to believe the travesty,
that brought upon endless misery,
he craved the love all too glossy to be real.
mockery or parody, perhaps,
he was a *********
fell in love with misery.
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 3:17 AM UTC