Will you marry me?
She started packing things along the room;
While he was waiting on his knees
He thought he’ll never see her smile again
Got scared; than horrified he’d loose her –
So time was given for a choice – no repent
And then, when he’d expect it less
He saw the ring onto her hand – so shiny
he’s waited so long for this kiss, a carnage
A feast between the dark and the holy
Each craving for the battle within
So he took her closer and closer,
grabbing her back with his claws;
cutting her flesh with his nails –
And he bit her neck till It drew blood
Such a feast in his thoughts
yet nothing but a small. sigh…
you give me a quiet mind
and I… I…
Do you think of me?
I kissed her on the cheek today
And she smiled; I feel like a child!
My heart gives me chills; I have butterflies –
there’s a light at the end of the dark
and it’s the smell of her skin
There’s nothing more complete than the scent of her hair or
the taste of her lips while gazing into her green deep eyes…
nothing more complete than almost touching her skin –
almost afraid that this connection might turn the universe
to chaos – eventually succumbing it in darkness…
He never kissed her – maybe he will – yet there’s no other
dream more sweet, more ecstatic, more thrilling than
foreseeing the duel between the roses and the perfume
of a live candle; before everything collapses to the final
With every page I read, the chills are turning back Stronger and stronger, like every little word Is yet another key, another door, another stack; new wonders to discover, new wanderings to sort It feels so peaceful in this pages; the stories of a boy and a girl yet to discover the paths of the light of the moon The story of the sky and the sea of forever...
With every page I read, the ch...
Read MoreI’ve never been to your world –
the pages I have; they’re so few…
Would be a bless to learn of
Your blossom in this rose’s garden
Though time there is, I start to wonder;
descending near you – leaving
my endless world of nonsense…
Would ever help in growing a new path
If I could only show you
how fascinating roses are
when looking to your eyes
there is no shape of clay
I’m but an ordinary being
not knowing truly what to say
Yet knowing what he wishes for
there’s nothing but a dream to share
I wish I had the key to every opening! I wish the stars would reach to me for every need! The sand would then become my slave Build castles in the blistering wind, raise mountains from the troubled sea and slowly reach the dreams within and slowly earn ...
I wish I had the key to every ...
Read MoreTo meet again; to feel the bare scent of her skin
I’d beg today – even pretend to close my lips to …
I pray there be a day when I will feast
and feel the shivering taste;
her wondrous neck…
I dream to barely touch; to steal…
A thief I am… I should be; so call me thief –
for there I am, always in front of you;
stealing the things you would not cede