quarta-feira, 25 de outubro de 2017

Poema 203

I can't really look at my body now
I know I'm fucked up in the head
I'm almost insane and I don't know how
To stop crying and live instead
Maybe I'm not really interested
That's why I always think of suicide
I am a work who will never be completed
Because my mind doesn't work right
One day I'll have that courage
The one that made me go through so many pills
Meanwhile I lay alone in bed
Whishing the world wasn't real 

terça-feira, 24 de outubro de 2017

Poema 202

Ninguém sente sua falta por sentir 
Eles lembram da tua boca na carne
Eles pensam nas canções antes de dormir
Eles querem e volta a tua vontade
Não há genuinamente um sentimento
Uma falta exata da sua essência
O espaço é somente do teu acalento
O constante ato de suprir a carência
Eles podem te dizer a palavra saudade
Mas só em você dói tanto
Você sente em demasia a verdade
E o superficial te deixa em prantos

domingo, 22 de outubro de 2017

Poema 201

Go on and write for him everyday 
Pour your feelings into words 
He will never talk to you the same way 
But you can’t keep hiding the love

Ignore the logic of truth
I know you’re tired of fighting your own 
Be careful to not lose your youth 
Justifying something that feels wrong

It can go away or stay forever 
In your dreams, your heart and thoughts 
I wouldn’t say to stop writing letters 
It’s not your fault he doesn’t appreciate you a lot

Poema 200

I am constantly wondering about choices 
I go very far on scenarios in a glance
I can even imagine everyone’s voices 
How it would turned out each romance
My mind is still attached to him 
In the silent or noisy moments 
Is his touch that I picture in my skin 
Regardless of how he broke me
There’s no talking between soul and brain 
It’s also impossible to erase our history 
It won’t happen with someone else the same 
But our paths doesn’t meet in any distance
I am left with thoughts and fantasies 
Blowed away by unexpected life
Down the road unhappily
Without that man by my side 

sexta-feira, 20 de outubro de 2017

Poema 199

Is it comfortable
The empty bed at night 
The space by your side 
The forgotten lullaby

Is it pleasurable 
With someone other 
Without her colors
With taste of sorrow

Is it happy
The nights at bars 
The girls without scars 
And home so far

Is it worth it 
The never happening embrace 
The never showed fate
The never knowing the mistake