There is a secret garden
where I’m the warden
and everything shines
made to fit in rhymes
good morning
the sun is out
at the end of an August drought
I could see a new plant sprout
everyday I would take care of it
promising to never quit
one day a flower appeared
but she was weird
like she wouldn’t fit
lost in a place where her hues
were my main muse
too beautiful to be normal
then I realize
sun’s light had became dim
because, by now, that flower
was the one bringing light to the garden.
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 5:32 AM UTC
Lonely days
I'm still searching for a place to stay
explored old alleys
and could only find
the same face
because the one that I adore
just went away through that door
Now I walk in the rain
expecting the whole world
and getting nothing
quiet and bubbly
as I write down private thoughts in public.
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 7:59 AM UTC
Even through shadows
she shines like
there is no other star
up in the sky
because your smile was like the sunrise
my inspiration for art
a poem needless to rhyme
and even though she may deny
it is impossible to disguise
the beauty inside her heart.
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 8:37 PM UTC
At the darkest nights
you manage to find your spot
sparkling among the stars
illuminating my life
with your white light
just like a full moon
filling all of the room
left in my heart.
Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 1:50 PM UTC
I fly away
lose orbit
just like a rocket
so I beg for you to stay
you take me to another dimension
because in your arms I feel protection
and when your lips touches mine
in my heart you light up a fire
that not even the sun
has yet to become.
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 4:41 PM UTC
Nights awake
too much time to waste
thinking what to think
what you think
about me
But then I realise
you are the only thing
on my mind.
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 2:00 PM UTC
It's like trying to run away from the moonlight
history without tragedy
sun without fire
it's inside me, I can feel it burning
and I never know if it will hurt or heal
but I keep running
trying to get to you
like a wolf at midnight
your love is what keeps me alive.
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 4:21 PM UTC
When I look at you
I see many stars
pretty liny lights;
and I fear that
when you stare at me
there is only an empty sky.
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC
When she cries
it's like shooting stars fly
right across the sky
and a piece of me die
because I just wanted
to see her smile.
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 6:46 PM UTC
She was art
the kind of art
when seen with the heart
become easy to realise
it's actually
a masterpiece.
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 5:33 PM UTC