The only thing I am not ready for is a life without you

Our story is like a song
a very positive, soft and romantic song
an ode to happiness and friendship.
When you told me you like to hear my voice
I could not stop my self
for laughing out laud,
because I don't like my voice,
I think it is horrible,
but you like it, you enjoy it.
When you told me that you like my hair,
the messy brown simple hair,
it was so beautiful to heard ti saying this.
Every time you say that I have beautiful eyes,
those simple, common, black eyes that are not special for me
but far away from perfect and ideal,
I can't stop smiling.
Because you see the light in me.
You light my darkness,
you bring me to the bright side.

ON THE RUN

It is so easy cheesy to stay in bed,
to just chill watching a movie, a show
just letting the time pass,
been the observer, a passive observer
of other people work.
Stillness is difficult to flight
it is so simple
it feels so cozy
moving implies effort,
it implies change
and we are afraid of change.

That song...

I can't stop coming back to that moment,
when we were naked in bed and you said:
I would like to play this song for you
and you took your guitar, and sat on the edge of the bed
I slowly moved next to you, to hug you from behind,
I felt your warm and soft back skin next to my chest,
and I smell you neck perfume
and I closed my eyes and sighed
You played that song that start with She...
she is like me, it feels you are playing a song about us.
I wonder how many other couples went trough this..
Your voice was soft
and you emphasized in how wrong has showing me your inside,
I agree, but in that moment we were so happy, we were so in peace,
and you were singing about She, about me.

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.