Mistakes

I am trying my best to find flows in you
i can not believe that you are that perfect
I am so used to poke holes
I am so used to live with disappointing
and bad surprises.
The perfection of your being is just to shinny
I am afraid I will burn my eyes.
I am afraid I am like Icaro flying to the sun with waxed wings
But I am flying to you anyways, because I am stubborn
and I haven't learn yet,
or i got addicted to get burn and collect my own ashes.
I can not find any mistakes in you.
I hope there are mistakes in you,
Moreover, I hope you wont find my mistakes
moreover, I hope you will like my mistakes.

I like to rise your heart beats

When I touched your heart, you touched my soul
Every time you speak, I feel it is my voice coming out of your chest.
Your chest is my favorite pillow,
the sound of your heart is my favorite melody, my lullaby,
I love rising your heart beat.
I like feeling you getting excited,
I like the volcano that erupts in you
every time that we dance together.

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