Kissing you
I’ve found my home and paradise

The sexist thing you can wear is
your own skin
That is what make you you

*** is like art
Every stroke
Is an expressive emotion
Working towards a define emotion
Resulting a passionate end

She showed her scars
She was a memory to someone
Proving that time could heal them
She moved on

She looked at me
And said
My flesh is afraid
But I’m not

Maria place your hand on my heart and feel what I am thinking
Feel the love with every heartbeat

Our hearts beat are connected by a thread
An invisible thread
Regardless of time or circumstances or place
The thread stretches, twisted and tangled
But never breaks