Watching her sitting on the edge of that rooftop,
Two inches to fall, or maybe to fly
Enjoying the fresh cold air there
Moving towards her, getting near,
Reached her screaming face
She was too afraid of fall
Very near, my frozen hands escaped to her back,
Seeking warmth I said, but nothing just to pull her even closer
Asking for her pleasure
Wanting to kiss her, her lips
Slowly leaned in to get a moment of magic,
A moment of her.
And that's how I ended and stared my year.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC
Is it this kind of me again?
The one isn't getting enough..
Getting everything and still not?
Skips sleep only to continue
Sleeps only to wake up
Wakes up only to reach your part..
And still not enough?
Is it this kind of me again?
The one wants your all
Dreams to reach your reality
Imagines to steal you from the truth
Is it this kind?
The one who lives only to see you?
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC
On the last few months, I took time experience how to completely feel a feeling
To focus on it,
To enjoy it clearly, with all it can give and all I can get
Then,
On the last few weeks, you came in a form of human and I kept you the way I saw it, a human
Then, suddenly,
You, the one I thought it was just a human, transformed to a feel..
I know exactly what a feel feels like, it's what I've been taught
You became a feel a good one..
I felt it, enjoyed it and got all it gave
Then, suddenly,
It started to be more than that,
It started to be a kind of feel, which is part of every feeling I feel..
I wonder of the next..
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC
At the end of this day,
This long day,
The day we were waiting for.. since forever
After the day I spent with you,
While you're spending it with someone else..
A long tiring day..
A day full of self calming downs..
Calming downs..
To make it one of the best
To call it a well spent one..
A day that we will keep remembering
Keep wishing it back
After a long day like this,
All I got is.. A fed up soul.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
In a dark box begging for oxygen
thinking of nothing other than freedom
There alone with a crying lady and a quiet one
Feeling so cold
Effected by the terror I assumed
Looking at the small holes
Hoping for a sign
A man to open this door
Screaming at my face while I'm stealing some oxygen
Or a car
A car to take me home
Although it gonna be my father's
Screaming again while I'm wishing for a bed
But no nothing of that..
Stayed for almost four hours doing the same
But not getting any..
I got nothing to do just to think whose fault is that..
I said it's mine,
But then after I imagined the same seen in another country
Any other one..
After imagining that seen in any other community..
Any other one..
It's not my fault anymore, it's the community's
But then my father disagreed..
No wonder..
He's a part of it, I'm a part of it..
Not trying to make it long,
it's my fault after all..
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 1:45 AM UTC
After a long night last thursday
With my limbs touching the water of the salty sea
My body lying on the wetty softy sand
Hearing nothing just the waves and your voice
Spending hours hearing that mixture
Your voice and the waves
Or to be more realistic
The singer and the song
After that night, that long night
I started feeling you everywhere
I felt you beside my brain going down to my heart
I felt you racing my red blood
Running between my small parts
I felt you standing there inside my mind
Checking on every thought and fixing what you didn't like
I felt you in my eyes, in my ears
I felt you and felt you and felt you
Until I started feeling nothing other than you
After a long perfect night last thursday
I knew that you owned even the breath out of me.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
A whole new life we're going to start we said
We start living a new good one at first
Second and third..
But slowly we find ourselves back to who we are
To what we do
And how we think..
And slowly we find ourselves back to the same dark room
Thinking about the same black thoughts
With the same people we said we'll never think about
It's sad, isn't it?
How the same cage can bring us back to it
Put us and lock us again
Spending days and days finding an escape
But all we need is another more few days to get us back to it..
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 10:11 AM UTC
She left and it was hard.
Or maybe I left but it was still hard..
Let's say they left, our bodies.
My soul didn't yet
my soul is still there
There where my heart stayed.
She left,
But happily I can still feel her,
Smell her
And touch what she once touched
I'm wearing that necklace which isn't like others
I'm wearing her necklace that she once wore
Everytime I look at it I see her
A part of her
That I will never take off.
Hugging her favorite doll
I feel her I feel her appearance with hugging it.
I can't wait until I wear her hoodie
I can't wait to feel myself inside her
She left, I left, we left
But not like any other time before
I left without myself, my soul or my heart.
I left with only a self that switched to be her.
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC
She was the last perfect thing I ended my month with
And she was the first perfect thing I started the next with
I'm kind of afraid, afraid that I'll see nothing perfect anymore
Don't blame me,
Don't blame, you never looked into her sparkling eyes, heard her voice or felt her soft hards..
Never felt her indescribable hug, never touched her skin, never taste her eatable lips..
Don't blame me,
How can I like a smell that isn't hers,
How can I enjoy a laugh..
Or stare at someone..
That isn't her,
How can I, how can I like a girl after her.
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 8:28 AM UTC
Our last place, last hope
She left our last one
The one we both were ignoring, to see each other
I'm hurting, and she's as well
She left it
She wasn't strong enough to see me laughing without her
She left and acted cold
She doesn't care she said
Girl it isn't you or me who decide
It's the red heart what's inside
I almost believed
Almost believed if I couldn't see it through your eyes
But I still don't understand
Our hearts beat each others name
Our eyes are tearing the pain
Why are we doing such a lame?
We're dying, dying to be each others main
Why can't we just be?
Why is it so hard to do?
Anyway,
Who cares..
Even she, she left..
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC
