It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a stranger
Appeared on the left corner of my laptop.
He was tall and handsome,
He had a bald head, "damn" fit,
In his late thirties,
Way better than Brad Pitt.
We clicked in a second.
He took off my gold mask,
And when his green eyes looked at mine,
They took my breath, not only that...
From time to time I find myself
Lying in these sheets,
Closing my eyes, trying to feel
That the man touching me, is him.
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
Opposites
I say yes and you say no
I say bye and you say hello
Butterfly'
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
No Such Thing As Happy Endings
The first night they meet
He knew it to be true
This girl who lied before him
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
