Have a nice sunday

Lost in the rhythm I found myself. I had to disconnect from every word, chat, expression.. turn the light off, no mobile, no greetings. I can’t stand the bullshit of saying the same empty nice things today. Because today I’m off. From you, from me and everything in between. If you don’t care enough, I don’t give a damn. My silent rebellion is this. You wouldn’t even know! Today I really don’t care. You’re worth the rock under the sun. The one with the dog shit all over. So, have a nice sunday you all!

The need

Greedy grasping nails cutting deep and never to let go.

The need is strong, for your smell, your skin to adore.

Your eyes I keep looking for, in every corner of this world.

This need is burning so deep I wonder if I’ll wake dust on the floor.

Please, come and fix it with handy tools of love.

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.

 

Wish it could be true

Just drop your thoughts,
take me for a ride,
kiss me hard and good
and let us be alive.

Never us to be able to live and love, impossible wish in this sick society where is tought us to crave for silly things with no heart and soul. Money rule the world, you can’t even breathe and be. Impossible freedom where everybody is a number to be filled in horrible boxes stuffed with dreams we’d never dream.

Secret Garden of Dreams

The wrong chance is not a life of ease
I just could stay like this, frozen in peace.
For the love I can’t reach I’d rather still
and give myself a secret garden to live.
Where my thoughts and lost feelings will be
like the wild born horses run young and free.
Then I could just be and never pretend:
so useless a life where you can’t stand.