When you kissed me, I lied.

I let you kiss me because I wanted someone to love me.  
I was selfish, I wanted to soothe my craving for attention, soft and kind love.

It’s because you’re warm and safe, I still do get the urge to trust you with love.
In fact you’re handsome while so insecure.

But I shouldn’t have kissed you, because I knew I didn’t want you but your aroma.
I chewed it and played with it to spare your feelings and to ebb my shame

but believe me, I’m happy to have made your acquaintance on that awful day that appeared on paper as perfect.
On the day when the last one I loved, introduced me to you

I have this way of waking up
I fill my senses with the scent of spring time
I wonder if, left alone for a while,
I will begin to grow flowers from my skin
And if they will be as beautiful as my memory is
I listen to daybreak’s sweet delusions
Blurred in a rose-colored candor
And cultivated in a cooling soil

I open my eyes

It is not springtime
It never will be, again
I rise from my grave and I walk
Phantom petals falling in my wake

i never intended
to take apart
all the pieces
you glued back
together

What's it like,
being happy witout a care?
.
A puppy in the sun

Hello poetry
It's been long since my last golden autum leaves falling down on earth
I lost the feelings maybe
I laugh with the world too much
Because my days were dark with glimmer of lights

I come here again today and found my old self young age
Life was not nice
But now I can be proud
She is still here by faith
Dreams are her wings

She is a diamond now
Strong, rare and brilliantly sparkling
She is wiser
I am glad to be her

I’ve run out Out of words