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.