#2 Our lives
Sometimes things dont happen the way we want them to,
and we fall so
deep, deep, so deep...
The wound hurts even more
and our minds and
hearts are separte
so we cant think about the others
if we dont love them
and
we cant love the others if we dont think about them.
We tend to be
complex and we complicate our lives.
So for us to get to simplicity is
complex.
We try to be perfect
but perfection is not balenced
because its
all about happiness, friends just easy.
So someday we would get bored of
it
and there wouldnt be another emotion than happiness.
Why? We dont
know cause we cant think about something that doesnt exist
we need our
imperfection or otherwise our lives wouldnt be balenced and lived.
Memories
segunda-feira, 4 de maio de 2015
sexta-feira, 17 de abril de 2015
Memories
Olaa !!
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#1 Memories
Your warm embrace around my waist,
melted my heart but left me in place.
I never understood your silence but now i do.
It kept me focused on no one but you.
I see our path so clean, so pure...
Those places and memories, i want more
If only it lasted longer...
But then i would get bored of it.
It didnt need perfection to be perfect.
U ruined what we had, the only thing that kept me on top,
but now i fell hard on the ground on a bad sound
the loneliness was killing me inside,
i felt empty, insignificant
like a small dot on a big white board.
Neste blog vão estar alguns dos meus poemas. Espero que gostem!
#1 Memories
Your warm embrace around my waist,
melted my heart but left me in place.
I never understood your silence but now i do.
It kept me focused on no one but you.
I see our path so clean, so pure...
Those places and memories, i want more
If only it lasted longer...
But then i would get bored of it.
It didnt need perfection to be perfect.
U ruined what we had, the only thing that kept me on top,
but now i fell hard on the ground on a bad sound
the loneliness was killing me inside,
i felt empty, insignificant
like a small dot on a big white board.
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