let me be.

oh, would you let me be, in the raw, warm in a quaint cottage, listening to toytown tunes, and I promise, you won’t find my trace by the morning light. would you let me be, happy and free, in the phantasmagoria, beholding a multitude of stars glow, under the phosphoresce, of happy endings and benignity…

The End.

I watched a smeraldo blooming in a garden blossoming loneliness, a melody biting my memory, to realize how time flew. I watched the sandcastle, reminiscing how I fantasized you at the time we thought, that all the wrong reasons would lead us, safely to the right path, but love, the lake heard us, the breeze…

seesaw.

find me, knowing that if you do, you’ll be lost deep with me. save me, knowing that if you do, you’ll drown with me. stay with me, knowing that if you do, you’ll drift away from me. love me, knowing that if you do, you’ll taste ingrained loneliness because of me.

3:00 am.

maybe it’s 3:00 am and it’s almost time, to say, that I am reminiscing about the sweet giggles, groping my beat making it tickle once again just like the days that I’ll ever be guilty to let fade. maybe it’s 3:00 am and it’s almost time, to say, that I came to watch you play…

the bargain of emotions.

he meant what he said no unfelt syllable, no fret memories shut in a jar of sunshine basic downpour here and there but, he’ll be fine knocking the contrite gate looking down at his fate the little goody two shoes was scuffling ashes and regrets “no, you haven’t changed!” he recounted the reflection. “you’re not…

bargain of love.

silence the one too loud is the plight of our thoughts to either find a shoulder or maybe ink and paper… ink and paper to carry a pinch of hurt to set the heart light and let it heal, from the fight. paint and canvas to absorb the expectations and the impatience to help in…

one.

infinite solutions to every problem but one infinite consequences to every crime but one infinite confessions to every lie but one howbeit no reason to fall but infinite to wait for one.

let go.

the petrichor, the sanctitude your fever, my solitude from the life of a stereo to now of a mono everything seems just the same yet if I could go back I would call your name the image etched in my heart the tattoo burning down my spine your scent luring the art to an anecdoche…

elicit love.

a portrait of your existence lies deep within me fostering the decimal of self-love precluding the fall but these nightmares are getting harder to bare every day, as I dissolve a little of me, stirring my insides when I think of us a long time ago I watch the crooked mirror just to discern the…

house of cards.

we never were steady maybe, not even ready cause we collapsed, shattered and withered apart just like a house of cards. a house made of cards the both of us inside playing the gamble of hearts with our spades of ego kept aside downtown, in the clubs of hades second by second the tension fades…

blind.

letting myself wander off into the abyss of thoughts makes me doubt my acuity it’s berserk how I seem to live through fragments of you, those crescents melting my acumen thus, I call you moonchild born of the light afeared to live and breathe the air that succours me to abide do you know, that…

her.

I watched her suffer through the night trying to keep up in the fight against her meant to be letting the wick burn inside the sea her stomach growls for the smile she knows she deserves while letting the preacher drain her out concluding the act in the dark a repercussion of stout she knew…

request.

I’ll follow you through the darkness, with your voice my only guide to continue getting closer to you. Hoping you too, foster the blessing from eros that makes my heart dance to a faster beat when it indulges in those large caramel eyes. That cannot hide your softness as the euphoria you spread has an…

demented.

confused on what’s worse, imagining those chubby cheeks, trying to utter a shout while getting touched by whom alcohol reeks or being passage and letting her life on toll? I wonder what I’m still missing out… oh, wait! how could I forget that’s when humanity went for a stroll… a stroll to the cradle of…

heartless.

just the heart that breaks, the soul that aches and the trust that shakes not much now ..is it!? call me heartless, but won’t you feel the same when people turn fake care is just a take and your esteem’s on stake?

my gusty thoughts.

thoughts racing through like a jet, confused who to trust just yet situations making me wonder resulting no convincible answer facing the same people everyday helps not keeping those memories at bay daily jobs turning into tasks i’m not okay, but nobody asks.