Ah to hell with this,
Some loves are born dead
They are meant to not live

It's not the same. It never is. Once motivation is gone, it's gone... And that someone is gone along with my motivation.

When you spoke,
I was starving for silence
Thus I ate my words.
I chewed them one by one
Until I swallowed them whole
my stomach rumbled
In protest

I felt sick of you.

Bless be I for feeling this pain
that in my chest originates
and for having this eyes, where the sky rains
for if it did not rain,
my life would be dried
and my heart out of emotions would be drained.

Who am I kidding? it's not the same

I'm the same one
The one who heard you till evening dawn
The very same one
Who has never stopped missing you

When I don't want to go anywhere,
I write poems as if they were quotes

If you go, I go
Like left foot following after the right
And if you fall, I'll fall
like I did for you
Not too many moons ago

I blew to you a kiss
But it missed your lips
Those juicy meaty lips
That I wanted to kiss.

Rhyme: abba

I saw within my eyes a fire
An eternal flame of desire
And though, I could not stop for water
I let my friend the rain
Showered me with droplets of laughter