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A glistening tear escapes his eye.
He hurts but hides it.
He is broken but try's to ignore it.
He is incomplete,
Gone.
Broken.
People say he is never to be healed and never to be loved again. Gone to this world, gone to himself.
They say his heart stopped beating a long time ago.
torn from him.
But is that so?
Because I was sure...I heard a heart beat.
Whispering softly as the wind blows
I hear melodies telling of how you love me so
Always playing so long
the sweetest sounding songs
Singing of never forgotten love
and feelings that couldn't possibly be wrong
Tunes of expected happiness do so rise..,
The pure joy from the sound
brings tears to my eyes....
Our sweetest sounding song
Love the greatest muse of all!
 Feb 2015 Flita Fernandes
JDK
Blueprints of future eloquence
drawn up in the mind.
Manufactured moments played out in real-time.
Accidental actors
improvising memorized lines.
None can be the wiser to the grand design.
It's all for nothing if it feels too contrived.
Make sure to leave enough room for all those little
unknwons in life.

When it pans out how it shouldn't,
when just the right amount of things go wrong,
it all comes together in one incredible instant.
Profound.
Beautiful.


Gone.
This is my life's work. A handful of memories are all I've got to show for it. I wouldn't trade them for the world.
(This is the part where you laugh)
I love you, I love you
I don't know the reasons why
I just want to love you
I am happy being me
When I am with you
It feels like you are me
And I am you
I can't be me
If there's no you
So happy.  Thank you.
winter
a dream
the season was a myth
baking away in never ending sunshine
I so longed for the cold
fresh snow
winter
a mind
I was a shadow of
myself brooding in perpetual darkness
so I wasted away
my mind
winter
a warmth
I found my dream covered
in the glorious white luminescence of
fresh snow the air is
so cool
winter
a season
frigid days and dark nights
the pure white snow reflects only myself
and my dream is hollow
long forgot
winter
 Feb 2015 Flita Fernandes
Atta
i never want to know my future,
i know i am going to be a desperate woman
crying for help in past midnight
faking smile in front of everybody
looking at you from the distance
cutting myself in a red night
and for me,  every night
is red,
and red is your favorite color.

do you remember when i gave you a red smile?
you liked it, a lot.
and do you remember when i gave you all of my red heart?
you ignored me after that.

please try to change yourself,
and me.
**i don't want to be a desperate woman.
hahahaa :)
Look at the beautiful stars in this room
With their shimmery skirts and inquisitive eyes
Inhale the scent of the heavy perfume
Let it whisk you along through their curious lives

Drink more of the stuff in the passed around bottle
Until everything's vibrant and your words start to slur
Exhale all your worries and embrace the exposure
You’re invincible now it all is a blur

Those stars lose their brilliance when the music dims down
Their mouths move- shouting words but not saying a thing
They’re all caught in the moment with their eyes not their souls
They came looking for passion and left with a fling

Here’s to the nights that we won’t remember
With the people who couldn’t care less if we did
You capture these moments to keep them forever
But weren’t things much simpler when you were a kid?

You were electrically happy, not just in a picture
You were happy with laying outside in the grass
You laughed without end and your love was authentic
Now you're looking for love with a bottle of glass
Know when to hold on
and know when to let go.
Every moment
Has it's purpose.
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