The tall man in the train.

You were a dream

the reason I woke up

for months

all I wanted, it was to see your face

to breath the same air

You were my escape

my impossible prince

my heroe

my friend

I did nothing but insult you

and be mean with you 

I have never knew how to show

my love and appreciation

I write this with tears in my eyes

part of my heart, it will be always yours

even though you never wanted it

if I could touch you

hold your hand

kiss your lips

just once 

and then bury all this feelings inside of me

I would

but I know, that´s unthinkable for you

I am just a face a crowd

someone to feel sorry about

Remember, You are so especial to me

You are my idea of perfection

I love the sound your voice,

the color of your eyes

your smile when you talk about what you like

the black suit and blue shirt

your unshaved face

I could write poetry about you every day

but I won´t

I´m letting you go 

and you´ll never know

how beautiful and unique, you were for that girl in the train.

The shouting mad man

He shouts in the dark
curses and spit
He turns into an animal
full of thirst and anger
careful, careful
to fall for his act
he pretends to be tamed and nice
But deep inside
He knows
He´s wild and mean
like no other can be
his uglinest prevails
He tries to disguise
his true nature
But it´s there to be seen
little pieces of his fur all over the floor.
His foul smell tells it all.

Should I be content?

Hours and days
never a call
just a text saying hello
wishing a nice day
should it be enough?
should I be content?
leftovers on the table
just for me?
should I be content?
a little love
no kisses
no presents
should I be content?
is it that all you have to give?
Nothing but counted hours
a breakfast and goodbye
am I a beggar of love to you?
the pleasure of your company
should it be enough?

Let you go

They say, time heals
but some wounds will never close
some words will remain harsh
once you hurt someone
it cannot be undone
I wish, it was different
and you were the one
because you look like a dream
you feel like silk and clouds
but taste like hell at times
a hell, I already been through
a hell, I don´t want to come back
So please forgive me
 I take my leave
the smoke is too thick
the words are too little
kisses are too airy
Life is too short
there is simply no glue to stick us together.

Painting portraits

I keep painting portraits
color over color
shadows and lights
everything divided
I keep painting portraits
trying to figure them out
faces and thoughts
darkness and light
I keep painting portraits
one subject at the time
he is distant and cold
no light in his life
copy-paste of a past
left abandoned again
his life like smoke
slowly rising white
going up and up
til disapear.

Thousand times a day.

I repeat your name like a mantra
thousand times a day
you´re like a god, distant
looking down on me
judging me
pointing at me
my flaws and my ways
ashamed of me
so weak and needy
I vow to your voice
I need your touch
The pedestal were you find yourself
it is so high
Do you feel almighty?
Do you think, you´ll always be there?
I´ll find a way to close my eyes
remove my heart and believe no more
Can I?
can I?
is it possible to suffer no more?
loving you like my god
it´s harder than I though.

Tell me a lie

Tears roll down my cheek
dark clouds close the skies
the roof has a leak
tired of cats that fight

feelings so intense
as a burning sun
I wish to be found
nothing makes sense
the sound of your voice
give me no joy
stay around
haunt my thoughts
hold my hand
kiss me like only you can

tell me a lie
fake a smile
pretend to be my ally
before you fly.