February 10, 2006

When a woman loves a man

She doesn't love him for his money, not for the things he can bring her..
she loves him because of the things he makes her want to give him.

She doesn't love him because of his looks or charm..
she loves him because he sees her as the prettiest woman.

She loves him when she sees all the wonderful things she wants to do to him..
she loves him when she sees how happy her future will be in his arms.

She loves him for all his weaknesses he shows her with no shame..
She loves him for the perfect picture she draws for him

She doesn't lose trust in him when he does wrong..
she knows he can fill her eyes again with his strength.

She loves him for being himself..
not for what he tries to show he is..
She simply loves, with no doubt.

February 9, 2006

Symphony of Hate

"They are all smiling, I am crying.
They are all happy, and i don't know if they are lying.
The world shows me the worst, in my best moments.
And everything they do looks its best, in my darkest thoughts.

Seems unfair all the way.
Seems I don't get my share of luck of the day..
Down I go.
Up they go.

They get everything they never deserved.
I never get anything what I've always deserved.

Growing inside me... making me blind..."

And on and on goes this hatred symphony.
The words darker without change of melody.
How many poor souls join the orchester.
How many sleepy ones listen, without getting the picture?

February 8, 2006

Late night dreams

Late..
so late at night
when the light dies..
and the wind gets cold
the sleepy puppets come out..
they dance their deadly steps
and draw the darkest dreams..
they jump and swirl
staining the walls with dark colors..

They are just dreams after all.
At night they are just too dark to imagin.