A Pact...

You know something?
I am addicted to kisses
But not any, just the rebellious ones
That sprouts of the fire inside

The ones that extend the arms
And wrap you with care
Those who knows how to rebelled before you
And grow wild in our bodies

But don’t let they turn you awakening opaque
Neither they be jealous of your acts
To become expression in us
They’ll be the seal of our sacred pact

You know something?
I am addicted to your kiss
They’re art turned lips
But, don’t you believe that with that
You’ll tame me.

A Kiss...

It hurts

And you can’t imagine how many memories here are
My rivers are becoming dry soon
Strange kiss slowly touched my lethargy
Whenever you are I still smell your essence

In the middle of this lost night
Lost I founded between my hands
Hand that not traveled by my rained face
Rain eternal through the blue haze

Just a kiss
When from your skin became hollow my footprints
Don’t spill dry tears for me
I don’t exist, I’m no more
My sadness will disperse

All this for just a kiss…

A Fine Line...

It ever grows from zilch
Uprising your whole existence
Arriving your shores excitedly
Believing everything you touches
Drawing skies of emotions
Filling them with dreams
Walking through the yellow bricks
Apparently seeing the road
Naiveté of the young
I support it, I give it, I deserve it
I can tell you what happiness is
A state of mind that suppress the blackness
Uprising good times longed to be not gone
Riding above a haze of illusion called amor
While you sleep in tucked pillows
I think you don’t have the courage to achieve
The character called me
I believe I can see it grow
So slick and stealth inside
To crack your skull
Trying to find what’s the matter with your mind
You’re corrupting my muse
Killing every verse in each step you move
But you’re failing, love
You see by law we’re supposedly to be one
And I should obey your word
But you have to gain my respect
Such a poor job you have done
Minutes play aside, years pass us by
I’m getting somewhat tired of waiting
Of believing, begging, feeling, seeing
I can’t fake what I can’t feel
Odium walking on my mind
Such a fine line between love and hate
Thanks to you, I’m riding both
Heaven and hell, married and alone
I think you don’t have the courage to achieve
The character called me
It ever grows from nothing
I know I love you
But now abhorrence masked your siege
I’m tired of giving all
Beware of my blow
Now live beside your own
Here, I’m done.