Soft Touch

I could spend poems and rhymes, a lot of lines
full of love in these rhymes
and even better, could spend all the hours of a thousand days
to show to you how amazing is
stay close to your smile, so close of your lips
but, even that I could spend a hundred years of my life doing this
I think it’s so much better give to you a sweet taste of this huge love
with the soft touch of my kiss

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Secret poem about Dispair

I drove for one hour or two
drink a whole pack of beers
just to stop these tears
thinking about what I have to do
cut the thin strings of fear
leave behind the feeling
of be someone
good enough
to fill the holes
that you have in your soul
but I already know
I not good enough, even in thousend lifes and tries
to give what I most want
love…pure love…only love
to you…
Another beer,
another atempt to stop my tears
the lake is the witness
the smoke of a heavy cigar
is my alibi, my only friend
who tries to kill me, but also, give me strenght
“one more breath
end another one next day
maybe tomorrow gonna rain”
I don’t care, already rain inside my chest…

About moments and poems, some lines about midnight inspiration and your contribution

I looked around
everybody just lose their life
looking down,
to a cold screen
tired of seek
I just stop, believing
that I never will find
someone good enough
to love like I like
but, for my luck
I found you in this insane
great big crowd
some tears fell
and a scream from my heart I heard
“do something!” he screamed, so loud
poems, silly jokes
I am was so nervous
and felt so jealous
“How she be so calm
with all this insane storm
that I throw against her
talking about Netflix and cooking
about how I love
to stay
wake up late
thinking about the perfect rhyme
to the next morning poem…”
yes, ma’am
maybe I am a little “crazy”
or complicated, but it’s so easy,
to calm me down, to chill
all that I need…it’s you

With (out) You

A field with dead flowers
a broken clock that no works more by hours
a poison that run thru veins and heart
the fool that believe is smart
a Sun without moon to shine thru night
the sad who need to smile
the head that bow not for a king
but to a screen
a kingdoom without a queen
it’s my heart without you here with me…

Modern Fairy Tale

Fairy tale
broken by the wrong trail
little pieces of promises
smashed by the foot of wrong choices
no moon at the dark sky
no light at the dark room tonight
glad to choose this night
to cry all these tears that I hid

…half-year ago

I can tell you
it’s for sure
a half-year ago
I could not see all these colors
I could not rhyme pretty poems
or talk about love
like I do easily now
how I look forward
and see light
not darkness or deadly end