The First Snow
It's the first snow this winter,
The ciggarettes are slowly lighten up.
Walking on a salty road,
I'm just tryin' to find my way back home.
"Who are you?"
I asked with wonder,
As I saw the coffee drawings.
"I'm a goner"
Did you answer?
"And I'm gonna be a dancer".
I was scared and so amazed,
The man (or woman) had a glaze,
They push you off and take you in,
They pour in glasses too much drink...
But it's never enough, to forget what I think...
As Blue as Sea Waves are
In winter there was family
in summer there was you
but everyday that passed by
could never get you through
The troubles of your past
and the loneliness long due
fortune and a portrait
of a day that's spent anew
A favorite place
A broken vase
And a record playing an old tune
A dusty table
Abandoned stable
and an ocean shore within your view
Forced upon a notion
That forced your own death
The others carried on
whilst you took your final breath
Some new meanings
I did not knew what heartbreak really means.
Until you told me that she's your new lover.
Until I cried for a week because of some stupid, little things.
Until I listened a sad song well known by me, but for the first time, feeling the words.
Until I started putting on that t-shirt you don't like, just to prove myself something.
Until I told you that we can't be friends for a while because I can't take it.
You do not know what heartbreak really means until you express it with your words.
A Poem That It’s Not About Him
Lose me.
Chase me.
Face me.
Make me feel like
Thousand oceans,
Thousand tears,
A thousand fears.
Make me feel alive again,
Like he did,
But I won't say...
Not a word
And not a rhyme,
About his smell,
About his smile...
No, I have you,
And that's enough
But wait,
I just want more than that...
I want some danger
And some wine,
Some rooftops,
Oh! They're so divine...
And there I am,
And there you are,
But here is him, alive again,
In my poems,
In my soul,
In my rhymes,
Can't take no more...
I speak about rooftops and wine,
About the music he don't like...
I speak about him not in words,
I speak about him trough my worlds.
Please take me home,
I'm drunk again...
Let's hope I won't mention his name...
Cause what a shame,
You're here with me
And he is gone...Am I too mean?