I’m not even perfect nor I’m the best.
I’m willing to achieve my dreams and forget about the rest.
Doubt has no meaning to me neither does fear.
If it did I wouldn’t be here.
I would live in existence but I would be scared.
I wouldn’t be on Hello Poetry.
Sharing one of my perfection skills with you.
So many different type of writing styles.
Similar topics but different views.
Life is amazing I sure everybody notice.
We have a community of artist also know as poets.
I love to open a window and look outside.
Looking all the poets paint a picture by writing in the sky.
You may not be Amazed but I know I am.

Thank You..

Three or more hours has passed.
And yet I’m still thinking of you.
You are not my future nor my past.
And yet I’m still thinking of you.
Even when my mind is busy.
I’m still thinking i wish you were with me.
I lived and still living an exciting life
But without you I feel a little empty inside.
We both share a zodiac sign.
What if in another life you were destined to be mine.
And yet I’m still thinking of you.
I don’t cheat on love nor do I flirt.
Maybe a little flirt but it shouldn’t hurt.
If I caused a problem then I’m sorry.
I know to you I’m just a harmless play.
Something you can suddenly feel then it goes away.
It’s very odd that I miss you so much.
Two different people with a common touch.
Thinking of you suddenly is not enough.
Yet I’m on this quest trying not to review
The reasons of why I’m thinking of you?

Teach me your language.
I can try to understand the basics.
Try to understand your expressions.
Matching the movement of your faces.
I like to pay attention.
I find you interesting as you talk.
I will always listen.
I can’t respond to every language of beauty.
The way you sound and what I hear.
I become easily attached.
Nothing can unhook me.
A different language is like a spell.
This type of beauty Is new to me.
This grasp I never felt.
So precious it’s worth my time.
Hypnotized by your beautiful words and **** eyes.
Them lips I want to kiss.
As you speak your common language is different.
It’s not common to me you can speak about love or hate.
I will still love your language any way.
Because I don’t understand nor can I relate.
My language is English.
And a little bit of French but not enough to escape.
In your language I can escape.
This could be a mistake or no mistakes.
Caught by beauty this could be fate.
Relaxed on an open field of grass of estate.
So vivid reality could make this dream last.
Intimacy so intimate.
Your voice sounds so sensitive and so caring.
Still trying to understand these words that I’m hearing.

Teach me your language..

When is it my turn to tell you how I feel!
I want someone to listen as I keep it real.
This is not about me missing.
Much more about me missing me.
Just how I used to live and how life used to be.
They say life gets better.
But I’m seeing the worse of things.
I’m trying to find my old self.
That was attached to me.

Why I keep dreaming about you?
Like you’re apart of my life.
When you’re really apart of my past.
The relationship that we had.
We drifted far away...
And we’re still opposites now.
As I think of our past I’m frowning now.
I should be laughing insanely.
Thinking of my mistake it’s crazy.
Call me The Joker I feel like clowning now.
It’s just so hilarious how amateur I was.
You was fooling around.
As I was calling you my love.