I could have picked you...
Even in uncountable small stones in the streets,
I'd look for your color,
your purity,
your dust...
In every little flaw that schemes your figure,
I'd find a reason to love it wholly,
In the core of that iris,
I'd stare in close,
closer and closer,
till I lose myself deep,
deeper and deeper...

~Olga Divine

There is something about me:
the loud light ****** deep in my eyes,
intertwined with a little bit of darkness.
That woman roaring inside of me
like a lioness  strolling down her kingdom.
There is this girl that whips her hair in your face,
and stabs you straight with her sharp mouth.
there is this doughty soul in me
ever fearless of a hurricane...
I'm like a sun
Every dawn worships my rise...

In these rainy days that hide the sun behind the clouds,
I count the drops that fall to fill the oceans,
Shaking the urge to sail the seas that drown us apart,
To warm coldness that embeds in the veins of my heart.
In those eyes you stare in I want you to see the color of my iris
Remember the taste of my lips whenever you kiss
On all those bodies you hold feel my skin on them
Your imprints make me fall like leaves of autumn
You stole my heart and soared away like a thief
I sit here watching the rain melting down the strings of our names,
And the mountains blocking the sound of your voice
In every thread of cloth I search for your scent,
Waiting for the day when the oceans between us will dry up.

SPRING

Cold air freezes my soul
Rain drops are drumming
A sandy odor fills my breath
Leaving an imprint till my death

Silence fills the room
Voices swept from my home
Keeping me safe for no more cries
Laughing hard for all those lies

Sober or bored
I toss the curse to the edge
As strong as I am at my age
No illusions like mirage

I still stand still
Through all the tragedy
Storms behind my wall
Still freezes my soul

FADED

Long enough to endure this pain
My sleeves corroded by this heavy rain
I stand steady on this unending road
I won’t last long before I cave
With this shattered heart I am a slave.

Craving to grip his arm
Strolling through the shadows of no shame
His voice is the sound left in my ears
I will sink in my own treading tears
I will Praise the light of the last dawn.

I have sipped the deadly passions
Leaving the empty bottles on the lonely table
For his words enveloped all my doubts
His eyes untied the rope of my strength
Our love is a glass on the edge of the table.

The night covers the sky
The moon shines back on our faded faces
Sitting in the corners instead of centers
Pulling out all the grief
Letting the lenient wind sweep away the tears

Before the sun rises
I dearth to inhale the aroma of a red rose
Exhaling the odor of the smoke of burnt letters
For eternity he will be the music to my soul
The reason of my last drop of tears