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A May 2019
"The sleepless nights"

"The forbidden light"

"Isolated moments"

"Life become his opponent"


"A boy who never cry"

"A smile who always try"

"Cramble words inside his mind"

"Missing thoughts that he always find"


"Empty image around his eyes"

"A joyful boy who always lie"

"The saddest goodbye"

"The sweetest lie"
A May 2019
People see me as a happy person,
Who always laugh without enough reason,
But in my deepest soul,
Sadness is out of control.
A Jan 2018
When will be the next bus stop?
The next time we will see each other and mock,
The end of the day that you will say I love you,
And I'll reply I love you too.

Every words that I state,
Comes from the heart without a hate.
Memories of you that still remain,
I want to go back where it all begin.

I want to see you closer,
Hug you tighter,
And no more tears will drop
As if it would be the last bus stop.

I want to hear you laugh,
Make a decision without a doubt.
I love how you smile,
It makes me stay for a little while.

But as years pass by,
I still have tears in my eye,
As I blew every candles,
Wishing you would come back cause it's hard to handle.

When will be the next bus stop,
So I could see it and hop,
Cause I miss you so much my love,
I wish I could ride that bus and see what you have.
A Jan 2018
As I woke up in the morning,
I wore mask to hides everything,
Those smiles and laughters that I fake,
Can create a thousand tears of lake.

As I wear a mask,
Everyone asks,
Why you seem so happy?
And ask myself, do they know the real me?

I wish I could tell a story,
Talking to someone by saying thank you or a sorry,
I wish I could tell mine to,
Just like everyone do.

But it would be a waste of time,
Because I know it would fill tears in my eye,
Smiling and laughing with everybody,
Is such easier than telling your own story.

Each one of us is a liar to,
Try to look at yourself and tell me it is true,
Telling a lie is easier,
Than sharing a story that you're a dreamer.

Dreamer of your own thoughts,
Captain of your own boats,
But you still rowing on your tears,
And the dreams turn out into fears.

Some people who smile the widest,
Turns out at night to be the saddest,
Each one of us has a secret,
But it turns out to be our assets.
A Jan 2018
Love is a choice,
It's not just a flower or a toy,
That you can pick or buy easily,
And just leave there solitary.
A Jan 2018
You were the most precious thing,
That I have ever seen,
A joy that you bring,
Will everlasting mean.
A Jan 2018
I believe in every word,
And the things that I always heard.
I believe in love that has no detail,
The way others believe in fairytale.
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