Para Ela

Como uma pedra
no topo da montanha

Como uma pedra
colocada no chão

Como uma pedra
fico só

Como uma pedra
sou sempre em casa

Como uma pedra
justo como mues poemas

Como uma pedra
é meu amor para ela

A Poet Sits

The poet will sit and contradict his own ability, as he tries to reconnect with his own morality. He is perched on the stone of distraught as he studies to recollect one of his thoughts. Honestly the poet admits that she was afraid to commit. So he submits into taking another hit for clarity. Building his vitality he notices the slit wrist of emotions which insist upon a kiss.

A poets sits to contemplate the past, wondering how long this pettiness will last. In trying to deny the truth we find the mind telling lies and the heart teaching the youth. And he knows we all have hidden tensions but hers is the cause of his lack of attention. She holds his heart like a child, while his comfort rest in her smile.

And the poet still sits wondering why love would make him nervous and push him to do stupid things on purpose. It was all in an instant and even though they live in the same city it always felt like long distance and every question he asked her is met with resistance as he offered his assistance. In her timeless existence he found what they had and there was nothing like it.

And so she sits with the poet...

This Declared

Understand this is rare, and it doesn’t bother me, as long as we share our feelings

To what degree do you dare to show me how much you really do care

Did you disagree to misplace it in the vast air, at least show me love is fair

The trust was already there, I was the one that got lost in your long Brazilian hair

It was inspiration that mended despair; this time around I was caught unaware

Frailty took a grasp of a plea since reality was far from given to me

I’ve been confused for several months about this love that turned abrupt

At Twenty-two, I have never felt this before, I finally found someone I adore

And the truth is I do love you, All I wanted was you.