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.