The promise

I don’t care if you’re not fit enough, I care only for your eyes.
That spark deep down your look that brings me there and I forget myself.
Your hunger makes me want and I must have, but waiting, well…
Waiting makes me think and troubles me so much that I must have.
Just the right words, just the right glaze and I’m yours, all of myself, given.
It doesn’t matter if the time goes by, I don’t care about the older us.
One promise I need from you, and are not the rings or the kids to bring.
Always want me so much that I’ll always lose myself in your arms.

Hands up

I’m giving up,
surrender on the ground,
bless your touch,
don’t count on me.

I’m never been in this,
it was just the breeze,
the summer heat,
the nicest dream.

Those years were hard,
those days so dark,
my fears my trap,
I fought for you.

Let me disappear,
lose myself inside
the days to come
the neverminds.

 

Better off

I’d appreciate if you could just step back, and maybe turn around and keep on running.
I’d appreciate it very much, thanks indeed.
I feel so good in between, my bonding need and my lonesome time.
I do better with no big self-assured people who need their precious asses wiped and liked.
No one is first, no one is best, it’s the things we share with the world that make us worth in some way.
Keep on running while I’m singing out loud and I’m not even sure I’m tuned.

Enough

Well it hurts.
Like a deep cut should.
Let it be, it’s free.
Just feel and say
I’m still here
I’m alive
I’ll make it mine.
This life should come
with maps and lines
but I scared myself
some ugly ghosts
that whispers cries
all night long.
I shut you out the door
were you here with me?
So, what’s your mind
thinking I should keep
all these strings to me
just to let you feel
safe and secure.
I just don’t feel you
ANYMORE.

Words kept secret

Sometimes it’s better to shut up; sometimes it’s not a choice, you have to hold, to keep all your thoughts inside.
Maybe because it’s not worth to discuss; maybe because no one is willing to listen or just because the time is not right.
So, I hold on, I know that I’m in mistake in some way all the time,’cause I feel frustrated and angry and the words that are born from that are better never to be told.
It’s so hard to feel this need to be wanted so much, but … nevermind.

Between the past and the present I was born

Drowned in the deep foggy water
Missing directions to be.
Nothing is real from yesterday
everybody there is petrified.
I cut the rope between now and then
Impossible is to sew it again.
Just let it be lost and gone forever
Doesn’t metter if I’ll be remembered.
It’s me who is gone,
it’s me who was lost.
Now I’m here like a new born
from the middle of the path.

Love is a creature to feed

As long as I need you, do you feel I’m with you?
I have this tenderness for you, but it’s gone when I’m in front of you.
The thought of us is different, or maybe it’s me and all this things lost that make me so scared.
I feel safe ’till I don’t open. I can’t let you hurt me and I know you love me, but.
Being together is commitment.
Oh yes, it would be nice to be best friend, to lose ourselves into each other eyes, to be free and foolish and so lively! It’s not a film, it’s not a romance, it’s us: true, real and bloody bony fleshy life.

I know what I need and I understand it doesn’t matter at all, because staying together it’s a new creature and I’m really trying to feed it an love it and take care of it, so it will be happy and healthy ’till the end, and beyond.