Who are you?
When we talk I’m found
I look into your eyes and I’m lost
Who are you?
Sweet yet bitter
Lost in the depth of one soul
No one seems to find you
You like it. Or so I thought
Who are you?
Forbidden to think about
Forget to talk about
Wonderful to walk to
Who is she?
A person I don’t want to be
Does what seems impossible to me
Is it enjoyable? I often wonder
Is it lovable? I seem to ponder
Who am I?
Sticking to my principles
Following my rules
Once lost and was found
Wandering amongst the shining stars
Loving the oceans and the seven seas
Praying to never be found
Am I fond or am I me?
Could someone please help me?
Just a random 3am poem
About something that wont matter in the morning
Buried beneath the same old memories
Are the papyrus and the paper scraps
The kind which will be eventually tossed
Just to settle upon the winds of trash
But even still in stillness found
Like a dream born near in this reality to pass
Though it’s a beautiful and ironic sight
I am sleeping on your memory at last
Sleeping - A Fond Memory Past
hold me close
The birds fly south.
kiss your mouth
The wind runs coarse.
You think I do not
think of you
Oh my love I am sore!
My head turns
meet your gaze
while they all were busy,
in praising her beauty,
falling for her looks,
admiring her eyes,
proclaiming those rosy cheeks,
he found her,
collecting the bits of herself,
that were tossed by you,
he found her behind the woods of guise,
offered her hand,
and pulled her out,
out of that fake world,
and that has made all the difference
absence makes the heart grow fonder
but what does it do to the rest of you?
watery eyes, framed by damp lashes
tear stained cheeks, mouth turned down
but only at the tips
arms, wrapped around your body
thoughts, drifting between past and present
fingers, mindlessly tracing the same patterns
you used to draw on me
but its okay
my heart is fonder.
Brazilian Portuguese: is a deep emotional state
of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing
for an absent something or someone that one loves.
You make my brain do crazy things.
You make my heart do crazy things.
I look at you and just can't look away...
until you catch me and I don't know what to do.
It's difficult for me to control what I feel,
but I know I must be quite fond of you to feel this way.
You must have kissed me a million times before , I thought to myself
but today you kissed me and it was as if our lips did not recognize each other,
and I couldn't even recall the last time you had kissed me.
as I moved my lips and swirled my tongue,
I realized our love was no longer young
and we had grown apart without saying a word
To describe her would be like looking at a waterfall.
From afar, she captures your attention
and up close you feel the mist
known as her presence embrace you.
Without a doubt, she is a beauty
and her voice gushes warmth and intensity.
However, when you get closer,
She is soothing like a water stream
and once inside,
Inside the water I am,
it’s like I swam in the most cavernous cascade ever.
I am drenched with fear as I go under the fall,
but as I further explore I am blocked by this stonewall.
I want to slip into the spots of the moon
that you look at so fondly
on the nights that you are about to break.
our time had differences,
but we still have time to confess
our feelings that is full of oppressed
but you still love me, I guess?
it's evening in our's, morning in your's
dinner in our's, breakfast in your's
different countries but similar emotions
we're a couple but surrounded with oceans
you're far but still i can feel you beside me
the way you touches my skin in my own fantasy
the way you caresses my cheeks like we're in reality
i'm dreaming just because i love you baby
but i want to wake up in this kind of dream
this is kinda unhappy in this type of theme
i want you now to be my girl officially
please answer me 'yes' maybe?
if you're not yet ready to answer my query
i will court you everyday just to prove you my loyalty
i am dignified to make you euphoric
i love you, please answer me real quick...
if your expecting a lot of efforts from me
i'm sorry but i can only offer you my heart baby
I love you so much baby
like a blue moon, that will be an infinity
lastly, you must be confused why the poem is entitled blue moon
it means there's a forever existing in our's soon.