Desde que nací, he mirado a miles de personas a los ojos,
miles de iris con diferentes matices, verdes, cafés y hasta azules.
Soy amante del café, aunque confieso no saber mucho, no sé qué grado de acidez exacto deba tener, como para que se considere un buen café, pero siempre me ha gustado simple; oscuro y sin azúcar.
Pero, cuando te conocí, me di cuenta que el café que siempre me ha gustado, ahora lo encontraba en tu mirada.
Si, así es. Tienes unos ojos del color café perfecto, del color de la tierra y de la arena, del color de aquellas tazas de café que me calentaban en las mañanas frías, del color que combina con tu piel morena. Ahora tu mirada era mi taza de café, mi nicotina, mi adicción, mi necesidad por calor y energía.
Pero no me acordaba que las cosas cambian, que la vida es fría, y que igual que con mis tazas de café, nuestras mirada se volvieron frías, aguadas y sin sabor
Ahora, me gusta el café un poco más oscuro y con un toque de azúcar para endulzar mi pobre alma, aquella que solo busca el desvelo de cada noche, una más fría que la otra….
Aug 31, 2022
Aug 31, 2022 at 1:08 AM UTC
The day you slowly flew,
from the utter mess of what we were,
from me and my life,
You took what used to be a joyful soul
before the wound
of your manipulative knife,
And you left it here
to rue seeing nothing
but black and blue.
You ask why I no longer write,
But you still miss to understand;
You have taken with you my fragile arms
through your deceitful but compelling charms,
You have taken with you my sensible and thin fingers
With the way your body used to linger,
Millimeters away from mine,
just enough to make it impossible for me to live without.
And you still ask why I no longer write..
Aug 31, 2022
Aug 31, 2022 at 1:05 AM UTC
Your deceitful words and actions will forever be in my mind.
They hurt like hell but thank to them i stand unblind
And realize with pain, that you were never mine
You ask for a forgivness i can never give,
Despite how much our voices we crave
with that we shall ever live.
You left me with a fear i've never felt,
Your pain made me forget how i used to melt
in your gaze, but now my heart for peace only prays...
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 12:23 AM UTC
Love is not supposed to hurt you, its supposed to heal you.
Love is supposed to enlighten you, not consume you.
Love is not supposed to hurt, its supposed to feel like magic.
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 12:10 AM UTC
It’s 1:17 am and i’m still awake on a Monday, but it’s no longer because of the coffee in your eyes but the lies I see in them.
Es la 1:17 am y sigo despierta un lunes, y ya no es por el café de tus ojos, sino por las mentiras que encuentro en ellos.
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 3:32 PM UTC
Sun bright and beautiful,
Breakfast made by you in bed as usual
Heat and sweat,
Kisses and eyes met,
Wind strong and fresh,
Our souls, bones and flesh
devoted to one another
The world: chaotic.
Our love: unbothered,
Powerful and ******
Night full of stars
-But so are your eyes -
And when I’m next to you,
My heart flies touching every living star
From afar...
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 3:53 AM UTC
Hello Poetry, it’s me again.
I’ve come back with a broken heart and lots of sad words to be written soon underneath the blurry moon, that has always inspired me to this day and its sadness way
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 8:09 PM UTC
I dream of a Christmas
Where all of our dreams have come true,
Where all our hatred has gone to rue,
Where all our souls are loved,
And each of our broken pieces glued,
I dream of a Christmas
Where happiness rules each person's face,
And loneliness and frowns have no place
Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 10:26 PM UTC
For so long I've wanted to dive into your sweet and warming rhymes,
But a voice inside me tells me otherwise,
So I have decided i won't listen to it,
I've learned to be brave within some time,
Unlike the voice,
which is just hiding from what it truly is; Fear.
So finally, i have my dreams clear,
sit and watch me jump into happiness and be free
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 12:19 AM UTC
Sweetie,
Have patience,
Life indeed, and destiny itself,
has plans all over your gracious dreams
Life has it's own timing,
Look at all the noise we make, and yet everything is rhyming
at it's own pace and style,
Synchronizing and intertwining for an infinite while.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 11:52 PM UTC