Im in love...
As long as I dont tell her she will always smile
As long as she doens't know there will be no guilt
Because love sometimes is silence

I will suffer for her and even cry because of her
In the end is a battle of one side in which I will always lose.

You may look at me and say that this is not love is fear
And maybe you are right... I love her.

In the ocean of your eyes
I drowned
In the warmth of your hug
I burned
In the darkness of your hair
I lost
In the whispers of your mouth
I learned what words taste like

You walked on the holy grounds of my soul
Made a joke out of my idols
And burned the altars of my Gods

You are me... if I loved myself.

I loved you.
And then I hated you
in both
I was hurt.

Tears of joy never made sense to me.
They never did.
Why do my eyes disobey my orders,
Creating salty water that blinds me?

What could I possibly witness,
What could bring me so much joy that my soul cries out,
That every hair on my body stands ready to fight,
That my legs tremble and my chest swells?

But in that moment, when I saw you coming down the stairs,
With sleepy eyes and ***** clothes,
It happened.
Like divine intervention,
A truly godly sensation,
I understood.

As if my soul longed for your scent,
As if my hands could never touch anything again,
As if my ears couldn't bear to hear anything but your voice,
As if my eyes didn’t care to see anything after seeing you.

A sign from the gods,
A beacon of hope,
A lighthouse at sea.
Life made sense to me.

Tears of joy never made sense to me,
But now they do.

I can't sleep, so I write.
I write about dreams I want to have,
I write about love that I want to feel,
About people who, like me, are not sad.

It's true, I'm not sad, depressed, or in pain,
Just tired, in love, and sane.
Too sane for my own good.
More lucid than I should.

I'm fighting demons that don't punch back,
Hiding smiles on an invisible map.
I miss smoking and drinking coffee at night.
Goodnight, people — I have to work at 9.

Doutora, como pode fazer isso comigo?
Me vejo sentindo dores que eu nunca senti.
Acho que é meu corpo gritando,
Com vontade de ver a ti.

Há livros sobre isso dos quais sei de cor,
Em bibliotecas espalhadas pelo mundo,
Ditando mistérios do amor.

Cascatas fluem de seu olhar cor do céu,
E estrelas brilham em seus cabelos lisos.
Galáxias são atraídas pelo seu sorriso,
E anjos se revezam para estar em sua presença.

Cada dia que passo sem te ver, acabo negociando com meus vícios.
Criando dívidas com Deus,
Cobrando milagres de lâmpadas mágicas,
E escrevendo poesias trágicas.

I was thinking about you,
And it kept me from sleeping.
I'm now tired and in love.

Each memory is like a shot of caffeine,
And every thought like a drag of nicotine.

It's the dependency on your smile,
My necessity for your smell,
My addiction to your eyes,
My heart in your fingertips.

I will die alone with words that don't rhyme,
In a poem that no one will read,
About a girl that I will never truly meet.