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Mila Berlioz Nov 2017
He’s so mad,
But I love him so bad.
I can’t help but to feel so sad.
Tap, tap, tap, my cigarettes pack goes.
Beat, beat, beat, my heart beats for him.
What else can I do, when we aren’t near?
Knock, knock, knock. I knock on his door.
He opens the door, I love him so much.
Can YOU love me madly?
Mila Berlioz Nov 2017
11:44 pm
You cry, thinking you’re ‘useless’. Oh baby, if you could only see the potential you have.
No one has ever made me feel this way before  it’s been three hours and sixteen minutes since you left my house.  And every second it gets harder not to be by your side. I have never loved someone this much.  Never thought I’d make it so far, so committed in a relationship. But here I am… not being able to get you out of my mind.
I loved cuddling with you, spooning.  You look so unbelievable beautiful sleeping.
I still can’t believe what’s happening.  It’s just too good to be true.
Having the love of my life (you), telling me that every time he looks at me he can’t help himself but to think I’m the most gorgeous person in this world.
I could kiss you day and night, 24/7. I could hug you all day long. I love you so much. Trust me you’ve got so much potential. I just, I love you.
Never let me go, never leave.  I love you too much to not have you by my side.
To me you're perfect
Mila Berlioz Aug 2017
That taste, that warmth.
Oh goodness, it was like heaven.
Your lips, so soft. Your skin.
Our lips touching.
It was like our souls were trying to reach each other.
And eventually, they did.

Kissing you, felt like making love.
Making love on your lips,
Dancing on the starts, on your lips.

I yearn, I long for another kiss of yours.

It was out of the normal, it was too special.
So special I can't describe it in words.

Make love on my lips.
Mila Berlioz Aug 2017
I wish I could taste your lips, everyday.
I wish you could grab me like you did, today.

I love you, and oh my goodness, your lips.
They are made out of galaxies, I've never seen one, but I think I tasted one today.

Your soul, your soul, man, you are so pure.
I love you, I love your flaws.

You fill me up. You take and hug and kiss the sadness out of me. I can forget about everything for a second when I'm with you.

Today, as I laid on your chest, I felt at home.
I felt as if nothing could ever harm me, as if you were my shield.

Oh, love, how happy you make me. How much I love you!

I can't wait to taste that galaxy again.
Mila Berlioz Jul 2017
I'm smoking the night away.
With your picture right in front of me.
All I can do is smoke, one, two, even four cigarettes.
I smoke thinking of how much I want you by my side, and how much I can't.
It breaks my heart, so I fill the broken parts with smoke.

I smoke the night away, because there is nothing else to so.
My friends are asleep, I'm not even sure they are my friends. They might as well be dead and no one would tell me.
My family will not talk to me as they used to, they've been driven away by my sadness.
Lately, my dog has been the only one around me. He gives me the kisses you won't, because we're too far away.

I smoke the night away. Because, what else am I supposed to do?
The night is full of terrors, the night is full of regrets. Tears fall down my face, imaginary tears though. I can't afford to cry.
So I smoke the night away, for no reason whatsoever, I guess. Smoking cigarettes is the best I can do, to not feel a thing. So, I smoke the night away.
Mila Berlioz May 2017
As soon as I wake up, I want to see your face right beside me.
As soon as I wake up, I want to feel your breath against my neck.
As soon as I wake up I want those lips across my face, oh those lips.
As soon as I wake up, I don't want to fear I won't see you again.
I don't want to be afraid to lose you. Or to not have you by my side anymore.
As soon as I wake up, I want you to be there. Even if it's in a dream.
I wish I could have you by my side again.
Mila Berlioz Mar 2017
En éstas tardes de marzo,
Cuento para atrás para dormirme.
Nada funciona, éste frágil corazón
No aguanta más.

En estás tardes lluviosas de Marzo,
Escucho tu voz en todos lados.
Siento tu pulso en mis venas,
Siento tu calor en mi piel.

¿Por qué no estás acá?
¿Por qué perdí valor para ti?
¿Adónde te metiste?

El frío, la lluvia, todo hace sentido.
Todo apunta a que lo nuestro ha terminado. Todo apunta a que no me esperaste.

Eres mi lagaña, porque cada vez que me levanto eres lo primero que siento. Eres de esas lagañas que no se quitan tan fácilmente. Esa lagaña que se queda en tu ojo y que duele quitarla.

En éstas tardes de marzo, eres en lo único que pienso.
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