the urge to kiss someone is something i've never really experienced up until the first time we looked at each other's souls. i believe there is meaning to almost everything we do. i believe there is meaning in us meeting. there is so much more than what meets the eye.

in you i found the hope i had long gave up on. you gave me reasons to believe. your way of being touched me deeply and just by watching you smile i felt tingles on my belly.

i do understand we all need and should abide some time to find ourselves and learn to be accompanied by our own shadow. a part of me wishes you would settle with me. but the majority of me screams that i should give up on you romantically, give you the time and space you need.

it's like as if you were on a cacoon, developing your wings. i can't and i shall not stop the growth of beauty. so i shall not stop you. 

if you ever do need me, i'll try and be there for you, in dire times or not, as you were there for me on the day i almost fell to insanity.

you already know what i feel for you, so i won't say it. thank you for being who you are and for not judging and accepting me. 

 i drown, undernearth the waves that crash on the shores of my old and tainted city. the sky has lost it's colour. i am alive, yet, i am dead.

Whenever the tip of our fingers touch each other,

or when our eyes meet on a silent room,

I feel alive, once again.

on the curves of your body I befriend perfection,

and there is meaning to the way our lips meet.

if i could somehow suck the pain out of your body,

I would.

I am alone,

and maybe,

just maybe,

whenever we're alone, together,

loniless ceases to exist.

i know time goes by fast,

and that one day'll you'll continue your journey elsewhere.

before that happens,

I want to enjoy the silence with you more times.

words spoken not with the lips or tongue.

are the words i must yearn to listen to...

do you remember how I smelled last night?

because, i do remember how you smelled last night.

your odor still lingers in my nostrels,

and your warm and kind touch carry on inside me.

i had stopped having fun,

i gave up on letting go,

but, with you, it was all so natural,

all so real...

when the time comes for me to sleep today,

know that my mind rests on your pillows,

and that my heart is now in between your hands.

i hope this is the start of something genuine,

and i do pray to some unknown entity,

that i do not dissapoint you.

have a wonderful night,

and let not your shadows cross your sight,

for when you close your eyes,

i will be there,

and you won't be alone anymore

o vento vem,

o vento vai,

o vento tira,

o vento dá.

estranha vontade em querer ser o que sou,

pelo menos uma vez.

pensei que o podia ser contigo,

acreditei que fosses gostar de o que represento.

e o vento vem,

o vento tira...

os sonhos, mortos,

o amor, manchado.

triste desilusão esta que carrego,

gigante mágoa amarga.

talvez um dia aprenda,

e não me deixe iludir.

se pudesse voltar atrás,

nunca teria aceite o beijo envenenado,

que só carregava má intenção.