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Gabriel Nov 2021
For am I a piece of pencil
destined to be attached to an eraser
as I scribble promises
through the thin paper heart of yours.

Constant erasure leads to tearing
now I know how painful it is
to be a canvas to every sin
a shed of paper from a notebook
  since the promises I made came back
and the eraser has willingly given up

I write our stories like it's the last
carry every metaphor to permanent
for you stay in this ******* moment
Gabriel Sep 2021
Like the water from the clouds
I've been watching over you
from above,
   I got attached to your smile
as you look up from the sky
   and now the wait is over,
I prayed
that if I fall
     I'd drop directly
to the palm of your hands
as you check for rain
Gabriel Aug 2021
Happy is my hands
    that roams around your skin
adoring each portion
   as if God made a temple
for me to worship.

Happy is my mind
   that loves the thought of you
in every dream that you're around
makes me feel
you're just a heartbeat away from me

Happy is my heart
    that shares the same beat as yours
and it pumps faster
  everytime I heard your name

Happy is a man like me
   who tackles destiny
like a football player
    just to make this love
remain happy
Gabriel Aug 2021
She saw love behind the metaphors,
  my intentions was leaking
through the sentences that I wrote
  and
as she travelled through my poems
she found pieces of herself
in every writing.

If I would make a love poem for you
then I have to spend
twenty four hours a day,
seven days a week
and
twelve months a year
cause true love is endless
the ink may run dry
or the paper may run out of stock
but here in my heart
and in my mind
I can create hundreds of poems
that tell
how I love you
I love you my adi
Gabriel Aug 2021
I'd appear on your house
  drenched in what the weather pours
  knocking on a door that I'm not sure that I'll feel the embrace of welcome
alas, for my presence is far greater
     than the weather man's forecast.

Then they'll see me
    holding my heart on my hands
hoping it'll spare me from their wrath
as I present on what's left of me
  and ask for the hand
of the other half of me.
I'll try I'll try I'll try
Gabriel Aug 2021
If love was an eight hour shift
  I'd work overtime
just to see you
Gabriel Aug 2021
If falling in love with you means selling my soul
I'd pack my bags with snacks,
take a cab,
give a big tip and a high five,
walk gracefully
as I knock on your door
and bringing everything that I have
to offer it all for you
May the Gods forgive me for my obsession
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