Feel It

The air around is suffocating,

Is harsh and dry.

Let it fill, let it fill

Let us fill it up with passion.

Your touch, my touch

And the heat travels our veins.

You lips, my lips

Your breath, my breath

Your skin, my skin

A drop of sweat,

From your cheek to my chest

Let us feel, let us feel.

Feel it with me

The heat running through our bodies

Like flames bursting our skin

Touch me… feel it

Touch me… crave it

Your lips, my skin

You toung, my skin

Your arms, my body

Feel it.

It burns, doesn’t ache

It wants to come out.

My touch, you skin

My lips, your skin

My breath, your whisper

“I’m going crazy”

Your breath, my whisper

“Feel it”

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Trying to search for word

Looking for ways to make you see

Ways to make you understand

What I feel what I am.

Speaking through signs in the sand

Can you not read them?

Can you make me believe in what I hope?

I’m feeling I’m bleeding

Can you not see?

This game is exhausting me

My hand is there to be taken

Will you?

Burn your fears

Crush your concerns

Let me give the things that you need.

Broken Feather

The Fall

I’ll fall I know that

I’ll break I know for sure

But still I’m letting myself go

Why am I?

The fall seems great

But it won’t take long till I hit the ground

‘Coz I know, I feel it in my skin

I feel it in my bones

You’ll let me go

And I will fall

I will break

I will bleed

Once more.

Innocence of heart

Fearless of love

In a world where feeling is feared

To be honest is to be naïve

To feel is being weak

And so I’ll fall

And I’ll keep falling

‘Coz I won’t stop feeling

I’m not wrong, that I know

That I feel

I’m the one that lives without fear

I’m the one who feels.

And so you’ll go on

Living in fear

Living in yourself

I’ll fall

But I’ll rise

And with open heart I’ll learn to love

I’ll be honest once more

I’ll be true to myself and to others

I’ll be the one who feels.

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The night comes and the bed time arrives. Tonight I’ll go to bed early, tonight I won’t stay in long talks till three in the morning. Tonight my room will be dark; no light will shine once in a while with a word from you. Tonight I’ll just sleep. I miss you. I miss those long conversations in which we talk about everything and in which we found ourselves to be alike. I miss those moments when you said that you would be here stroking my cheek bone with your hands. I miss your word, I miss the presence that you made me feel when we talked… late… at night.

But I got to move on. I got to realize that those late night sessions of movies, that we so innocent pictured will never take place. That those images, of you and me lying on the bed won’t happen. Those touches, those kisses, those moments that we so thoroughly created for our amusement, and in which we found ourselves to complete each other. We were so perfect for each other. We suit each other… but you let it go. You were afraid and you still are. The old routines suit you more than I did and you found comfort on them. But one day you’ll be searching for those moments again, for those glimpses of love and caring, but you won’t be looking for them in me. And that waves me down to levels of sadness that I never felted. It tears me apart to know what we could be and now we won’t be. Fear is a terrible thing. It slips into our mind and make us weak and vulnerable to the comforts of our sorrows.

If what you told me was true then why aren’t we together? We had everything to be and now we are not. We the feeling was there, the intentions were there, at least you made me see that they were there… were they?

Tonight I’ll sleep, trying to get away from the dreams I once have. Tonight I’ll just try not to remember the moments of happiness I felt for having you there. Tonight I’ll try to focus on something else. Tonight I’ll just sleep… tonight I’ll just… breathe.

Broken Feather

Once in a while

Once in a while
I hear the music that charmed us
The sound that smoothed us both
That took us to illusions we wished
The voice that made us
Smothering ourselves into feelings
Feelings we wanted feelings we wished for
Or at least I thought you wished them as well

Once in a while
I hear the music
I feel that music
And the same illusions come alive again;
But now is not the same.
I hear it, but I do not listen
I no longer listen those dreams
I no longer feel those deceptions
Those shadows that tricked me.
Am I free of it?
Freedom is only an illusion
As well are the shackles.

 Broken Feather