Taken

You didn't take anything that I did not offer for free
It was my mistake been so given,
it was my bad to give it all,
because you are a taker,
you like to take, take take.
you feel that the world owns you,
so you should get thing from people
without a thanks you, without appreciation.
You took people from people
friends from friends
money from workers
food from anybody
you are a taker
and I am happy you are not sucking energy and time out of my life anymore.

Past

I was enjoying an interesting date,
Drinking some tea talking about our lives,
I had forgotten about you,
Something I believed impossible not so long ago...
Suddenly that sad nostalgic song about a girl who is like me,
That song that you played for me in the guitar
That song stars playing in the radio
And all our memories came back
All the melancholy from the happiness that we will never share together
Stroke me again.
I stopped listening my partner,
It Was like a movie that somebody muted...
He was talking but I was flying back to that morning when you played this song for me and your singing was so sweet and your were doing it only for me.
I was hugging you from behind, resting my head on your shoulder, I was in peace and happy...
All the past was there in this moment and since then I'm carrying it again like a heavy stone...our past can not stay in the past.

Empty kiss

The sadness of that empty kiss is like poison running thought your veins.
It was gentle, it was naive, it was nothing compare to the passion you used to have.
Your heart rate rose a bit, a tiny little bit, so small change that is not worthy.
Empty kisses leaves us alone, feeling less, like if we had not been truthful to yourself.
Like if we would like to believe a lie, a lie of empty encounters...

It is just a paper cut

It was a paper cut that felt like a hole in my soul
As some artist turns pain into art, I should trans mutate my sorrow into art.
I want to create new memories to replace your hugs, your kisses, your laugh.
I want to leave the now without you and without your memories, because that is what you are right now, just past, just a closed end, a dead end street.
And the memories are too fresh to stop hurting, so the only way is to forgive, to forget and to build new memories now.
And my friends all say you are not worthy to waist my time on you..to keep you on mind, I now you didn't appreciate me and I know that I'm better with you, I'm just waiting for this weird feeling of lost to go away.

The passion at the begging is always gonna be the best part of it. Tove Lo.

it is fire, it is just a rush rash in all your body
it started with a smooth gentle caress,
a velvet hands haze
it followed by staring at each others eyes,
deep and engaging
then our noses encounter each other, and tasted the edges...
then our lips could not hold it together and they just merge in the best kiss ever

Wishes on the wind

Wishes on the wind,
Are wanted somebody who will hold your hand and walk you throughout a storm
holding it stronger while the storm grows bigger,
growing the connection never mind how hard is the wind
somebody who will hug you tightly thought a tsunami
and even if the strong wave tears you apart, and you finish in opposite places of the world
you will swim to a meeting point somewhere in the middle
you will meet in the driest dessert, under the hottest sun,
and your sight will join at the distance
your breathing will synchronize
and you will be one even at the distance
you will run as fast you can to get again into each other arms.
I want somebody who will be strong enough to afford any fight any trouble to be together
somebody who will be stronger with me and will trust me forever.
So hold my hand and let's walk together to the flames, to the city on fire.

Ilusions

You smile at the man who tell that you look better without makeup
you really want to believe him, and you hope he is honest,
because he is an honest man, but it is not enough
because you like to embellish your eyes with some mascara,
it your decision, your power to add black to your face.
Then another man tell you that you should not use push-ups
just let your small breasts be natural,
it is nice, it is like music to hear it,
but it is not what you want,
you like to add some punch to your figure,
it is your body, it your power, it is under your control
They are all illusions, so you don't need to show your naked person
you can cover it a bit, improve it in society standards.
Finally, the player tell you that you look the same as you were in your youth,
he swears your figure is like a goodness, and this time, this time you know
it is just rubbish lies to create illusions in your mind.

Doubt

Doubt
smashing my head
doubt
blurring everything around me
doubt
I must surrender to you
doubt
you are hugging so tight
doubt
I can only think about you
Doubt
you are staining my neurons

Re encounters

A goodbye is sad
A hello again kiss is refreshing,
I have been saying bye and hello tooo often
The bitterness of the bye changed into butter and melted away when I see you again
And feel your hand on my waist,
And feel your warm hug, arms around me greeting me
The re encounters are the best thing ever
Besides paying the price of the time between the goodbye and the new hello,

I'm glad to see you again,
And you don't have any idea how much.

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In the rain

That night I noticed you,
and you run after me,
and you hold my hands.
kissing in the rain
the rain that is romantic and melancholic
in the rain, like in a song
the rain that would calm down the passion
it was just making us more aroused
In the rain we opened the door.

Wrap in you smile

I am wrap in the memory smile,
the first time time those green pearls lay on me,
how all your been was smiling to me.
Now i am listening that sweet deep song that you played for me
and i am smiling remembering you
Thinking how I discovered a new work with you
when i just let it go
and took one day up the time
no worries... until the problems hit me on the face.
I am up in a good mood when I feel you closer
and the cold weather changes to warmness when you are on my arms,
it is cold in the room, but hot next to you.
That was yesterday, or the day before
now i am listening to sad music
melancholia is filling the room
and it is cold, it is really cold
I want to feel like I was wrap in your smile again.

I am like the weather

Some mornings I am blue, I am cold, I am raining
On the afternoon I can feel the sun rising, and warming me up
I am not a morning person,
more of a party night girl.
I feel that I am wrong not having a natural daylight life,
but I come alive when the sun goes down.
I feel rebirth by the moonlight
I feel back in the game when the stars are guiding me
I am shooting star on the dark sky
I am like a day in Autumn, freezing and windy in the morning
you need a jacket and a hat,
and later you would be hot and
you do not know what to do with the jacket
I am changing like the weather in spring, in autumn,
I do not even know how my mood is going to be.
do not try to forecast me,
I have failing trying by myself....

Confusion

I was reminded that the problem with my generation was that we have too many options,
I agree, it is one of the reasons of my confusion,
of my eternal questioning to why?
why having all, I still feel empty?
why if I am healthy I still feel sick?
why I have somebody who love me, I feel I should love back?
why if I want everybody to be happy, I do things that will hurt them?
why I want to be selfish and i live fighting my own devil?
In all this confusion I see the days pass by.
I had amazing times: dancing, smiling, enjoying a hug, a good book, a tasty meal.
I had astonishing smart conversations, and I laughed my soul out loud.
But I got down some nights to just remember these moments
and get confused again about what do I want?
I hope somebody can tell me clearly "What do I want"?
please finish with my misery, please end my confusion.

For a kiss

Only for a kiss,
Your souls can merge, in a magical fusion.
With just one kiss you sent me to the stars,
Just with a kiss you sent me right to the seventh heaven
Only for a kiss you can fall in love
It can happen anytime anywhere,
Just one more kiss to keep this feelings boiling.
I can't wait to feel again the electric current running through my body when your lips touch mine

Muses

I had painful muses, I have extremely hurting muses that inspired me,
And then you came and changed it to a bright sunset.
You are my muse in the happiness
You are my inspiration to sing and to smile
Even when you are next to me
Your green pearl are always gonna be stwaribg at me
Your magical eyes will always be stamp in my memory.

Charming lips

I want to kiss you so badly that just the idea melt me.
I want to feel your warm sensual lips next to mine
I want to fuse our energies, as deep as our eyes are merging sights.
I would bite your lower lip and you will bite mine.
I will touch your tongue softly first, like shy and exploratory,
just to intercept your full tongue in a flamboyant gathering.

Half moon

Half moon
That half moon that I see right now,
From my seat, in front of the lake...
That half moon that is reflected in the water,
The clear, soft and tender water,
That looks like a mirrow for my moon...
That half moon that I am looking at,
That half moon that I am staring at,
So shiny, so pure, so white and sprinkling,
That half moon is the same one that you are looking at, on the other side of the world, thinking about how I am looking at the same moon, thinking about you thinking about me while looking at the shinny huge half moon.

Success

There is a moment of match point,
when you are almost going to quite,
but you keep trying...
perhaps one more attempt will put you closer to your aim,
to that eureka moment.
Or you can just leave it all,
decide that Einstein was smart when
he said that repeating the same thing
expecting different results
is the definition of insanity.
Or you follow Edison's advice
and consider that success
is just one more attempt away.
Failure is like a shadow
or better say a ghost,
following you
and whispering on your ear:
you won't make it.
At this point you don't know
if you are just following your stubbornness
or just trying to contradict
and prove wrong that annoying voice...

Look after you

I would like to wrap you in my arms,
hug you and protect you from everything.
But I have to let you live,
I have to let you make mistakes
Who am I to stop your growth?
Who am I to be decide your faith?
Who am I to rule your free will?
Just somebody who love you.