But all he captures
Is endless rain, endless rain.
Keep me in your heart for a while
You know I'm tied to you like the buttons on your blouse
Hold me in your thoughts
Take me to your dreams
Touch me as I fall into view
When the winter comes
Keep the fires lit
And I will be right next to you
My own eyes
All our time can't be given
Back
Shut my mouth and strike the demons
That cursed you and your reasons
Out of hand and out of season
Out of love and out of feeling
So bad
When I can, I will
Words defy the plans
When I can, I will
Fool enough to almost be it
And cool enough to not quite see it
And old enough to always feel this
Always old, I'll always feel this
No more promise, no more sorrow
No longer will I follow
Can anybody hear me?
I just want to be me
And when I can, I will
Try to understand
That when I can, I will
a void which I brought upon myself,
that you cautioned me about.
I never reached you. should be good news.
Thank you :)
Mere words.
The only digital words preserved of years long interactions.
All vanished. All gone. All surrendered.
Just for an happy misery in the end.
the urge
to just lay besides you, open my arms while you lock your head next to my shoulder and caress my chest, while merely contemplating each other comfort in silence, is significant.
An urgent urge unfulfilled.
To see you, to feel you, to embrace you.
To hold you tight, and never let go ever again.
It is urgent, to love.
É urgente o amor.
É urgente um barco no mar.
É urgente destruir certas palavras,
ódio, solidão e crueldade,
alguns lamentos,
muitas espadas.
É urgente inventar alegria,
multiplicar os beijos, as searas,
é urgente descobrir rosas e rios
e manhãs claras.
Cai o silêncio nos ombros e a luz
impura, até doer.
É urgente o amor, é urgente
permanecer.
Just how, or when
But what am I still to you
Some thief who stole from you?
Or, some fool drama queen
Whose chances were few?
That brings us to who we need
A place where we can save
A heart that beats as
Both siphon and reservoir
You're a woman, I'm a calf
You're a window, I'm a knife
We come together
Making chance in the starlight
Meet me tomorrow night
Or any day you want
I have no right to wonder
Just how, or when
You know the meaning fits
There's no relief in this
I miss my beautiful friend
Crooked spin can't come to rest
Situations get fucked up
And turned around sooner or later
And I could be another fool
Or an exception to the rule
Below the clouds
Is a whole world were you hide, in silence, in peace, possibly in awe.
Or perhaps, it is the clouds themselves who are generously hiding you from my insanity.
If you are even there. I at least get the imagine comfort that we weren't as far away as tonight.
Sometimes
It dawns on me, you will never ever speak to me again.
And it hurts. Hurt I brought upon myself, perhaps both.
I can remember everything.
Every slope, every curve, every down and uphill while your body rocked on top of mine.
How your lips broke any ice.
I remember. Do you?
overwhelming indeed
I know its my fault. I know it's mindless. I know its selfish.
But I miss you. I do.
Overwhelmingly.
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Kiss the rain
And wait for the dawn
Keep in mind
We're under the same sky
And the night's
As empty for me as for you
It is overwhelming
At times, the thought I won't ever see you again becomes something I struggle to get a grip on.
And yet, I persevere in my hope. With doubting whether it would mean anything to you. With the certainty that this silence is you protecting yourself from my own clumsiness, knowing me better than I know myself.
At the end of the day, nothing prevails. And I hang on to my mind to keep you next to me, given that the digital desert offers nothing but mirages.
I kept looking
On the streets, on the stores, on the cafes and on the parks. In the cars, in the trains, I seeked through every place for a glimpse of you.
It's not that far. And yet 2h are a world apart, when I might miss you for crossing the street 2 seconds earlier.
I wish I'd be brave, then I would be close. Except I missed you by years, not kilometers.
But today, I sleep a little bit closer, and that makes a cent of a difference.
Sick to the stomach
The world turning to ashes and I am not next to you. Nor even will I know your whereabouts.
You warned me. I should have listened.
Charmless man
A woman's shoulders are the front lines of her mystique, and her neck, if she's alive, has all the mystery of a border town. A no-man's land in that battle between the mind and the body.
Recitar! Mentre preso dal delirio,
non so più quel che dico,
e quel che faccio!
Eppur è d'uopo, sforzati!
Bah! Sei tu forse un uom?
Tu se' Pagliaccio!
During my sleepless nights, I wander and wonder.
And I never find a path that may cross you again. When seeking it, you sail away.
A trip down memory lane
I have reconnected with what I was, and have been.
But not with what I should and could have lived. I was looking, seeking, attentive. There could have a glimpse.
Instead, I settled for remembering, places and moments. I felt we crossed paths in space, unfortunately, not in time.
Probably fortunately, for you. My being is an assurance of unhappiness, of dejection, of wickedness.
Probably fortunately, for you. My being is an assurance of unhappiness, of dejection, of wickedness.
Realization
I do not miss the moments we spent together.
I miss those I never lived by your side and dreamt of spending with you.
You are not a bad person
You are a terrific person
You are my favourite person.
Not sure I would ever hear these words.
Because, I am simply a bad person.
