To the days that rain,
I thank you for shedding the tears.
Because it shows me that crying is ok.
Natures cries some days.
It helps other places.
Not just the negative.
Crying is reviving.
It’s the beginning of a new beginning.
A New more invigorating start.
Coming down from above
And moving out from within.
bring closer, the emotions from your eyes, with the look you give, the way you touch with them, sometimes how you bind with them, captive anyone, with how captivating. bring closer, the emotions of your lips, to lips, the way it shows how you want to kiss, softly and gently, please. bring closer, the smoothness of your skin, where it's smooth cotton, ready to be of service to the wounds, on a way to repair a heart, love as the anecdote, to mend and cure. bring closer, your soul, to combine together, making a moment of masterpiece, between two, you and who?
Call me, Whisper to me, Or simply gesture me to come. Call me, To tell me there is love, To lock me in, with love. Call me, To let me know we are one, To show me infinity in your arms. Call me, To spend forever with you, Even if forever is just now. \Ruptes
I may take you to my world,
Where’s there’s no colors,
Just black and white.
Thunder to my soul
And lightning to my heart
Are the words of your goodbye
The tears from my eyes
Makes the rains from my sky
Washing away violently
The memories that within me
With violent winds
Cleaning away everything.
The scent of you.
Is the essence of my soul.
The you, that I need.
In dire need of your aroma.
Without you close by, I die.
An agonizing death.
I’ve never feared missing something.
Or someone so much until.
I felt that I lost them.
There is - No way!
This is destined to be this way.
To look at it differently is to lose reality.
For this is what’s already here.
And thinking of what it was or could be.
Is a thought on the mind of a person with fear.
Take it for the solidness that it holds.
For your thoughts are hallow wishing to be known.
And only you will feed it your time.
Who knows them, but you.
This is what it’s supposed to be.
Deal with this first and never what you wanted it to be.
Nothing stands still and ever so slightly everything moves.
Hair super messy.
As if the wind has been waving.
Though she’s in the room - not outside.
She’s panting with exhaustion.
Definitely, she’s been working hard.
She’s definitely excited.
Though happiness doesn’t seem to be it.
The wind is not there for the hair.
The air is not there for the hugs.
The panting is not from sitting.
She’s been fighting.
Against the suctions of my mind.
Trying to bring me back.
The goodness of your name,
The softness of your speech.
Every morning in your arms,
Like blankets to keep me warm.
The looks of the you in your sleep,
There is so much to admire.
The smoothness of your skin,
Sweetness, you, to look at you – privileged.
like a king in his kingdom.
Beauty so big as the landscape of the world,
Details of beauty everywhere.
In your arms there is the peace I seek.