Digo que português
é uma língua mentirosa.
Distorce, engana
e ainda goza.
Digo "Tenho saudades".
Não pode estar correto.
Como posso eu ter algo
quando não te tenho perto?
May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 11:39 AM UTC
i used to write
poems about you
all the time
you didn't know tho
(you didn't know my love)
but it worked
out for us two
didn't think
it'd be different too
(different from the others)
so i wrote
and i wrote
then i stopped at last
now i can say the words
now i can finally say it to you
i love you
May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 10:40 AM UTC
I've come to think
of my heart like a closet
Like those old ones
With an old key to close it
And it's used to being closed
Warm with dark, mold and rust
Hope you find your place there
Let me know if you're scared
'Cause my heart's like a closet
And it's empty inside
Except for my best friends
And now you, shining bright
May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 10:20 AM UTC
I don't want this to be
Like a movie I'd see
I want the good, the bad
And all the boring in between.
May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 10:18 AM UTC
only good girls go to hell
'cause who else would take
all that suffering and pain?
Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 1:02 PM UTC
You stayed awake
To make sure I'm okay
It made my heart shake
Now I won't sleep anyway
By knowing you
I thought I knew
Just everything
You'd ever do
I can picture you,
Eyes open wide
Just to don't go sleep
Just to say goodnight
Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 1:00 PM UTC
and I stare out of the window
as the sunlight hits the car
see the shadows on the mountains
now they're closer, now they're far
Oct 5, 2024
Oct 5, 2024 at 9:30 AM UTC
When I'm in love
I see pink everywhere.
I would scream from rooftops,
tell just about everyone
how he's smart
and nice
and hot.
Every song I hear,
every thought I think
is somehow related to him.
And all my friends are tired
of all my giggles and grins.
When he's in love
he keeps on living
like that girl he talks to
didn't change his point of view.
Doesn't let it show,
even when he feels
the sinking of his heart
when she smiles at him.
And he's hopeless
and helpless
and lost in love.
But in secret, still.
Or maybe he just isn't in love.
Or maybe he just doesn't love...
...me
Sep 27, 2024
Sep 27, 2024 at 5:16 AM UTC
He made me fall in love with a touch,
Something so simple,
Something so quick.
But the split second our hands touched
out of the blue
was the second my heart started
beating too.
Sep 24, 2024
Sep 24, 2024 at 1:15 PM UTC
I've always said
"I love you"
like a feather, it just flowed.
That was, at least, until
I really meant those words.
Sep 23, 2024
Sep 23, 2024 at 7:04 PM UTC