A guitar may cry

Because his lips are moving,
The sound of a tender song he whispers,
Endlessly on the door of your heart

The sun is rising
My lover, won’t you open the door?
It is bright outside,
And the sky is beautiful

Just the way you are
Cause you’re amazing
Just the way you are

The night is silent
My lover, won’t you open the door?
It is calm outside,
And the stars are beautiful

Just the way you are
Cause you’re amazing
Just the way you are

Because his fingers are wounded
The sound of an ending tune as it fades,
His broken guitar may cry

Maybe he will leave,
My lover got charmed in the strings
Maybe,  she will open her door

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I won’t be free

Guess I’ve been staring so long,
into that glass
My mind is lost, 
from blurs of a wasted night

The curves were smooth
and the sweat was alive
Conjuring in the dark
A sweet sound of a temptress

The mind baffles the heart
Or the heart deceits the mind
The heart aches and desires
The mind screams and hooks

A shaved skin,
rubbed in oil
A fusion of mint and roses
Feeling my lungs with her breath

Guess I won’t be free, 
from the charms of her wet lips,
and the sharp gaze of her naughty eye,
looking back, from my glass within

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The man

The truth that I knew,
The lies of the beloved

I find trust waning every night
With my lover besides in the dark

What could I know?
But a pretty face and her enchanting breath

A poison to my lungs,
The smell of her hair like the roses

If two can’t walk the night,
Then my soul alone,

She battle the moon’s phantoms
And tread the path to a new dawn

The boulevard of dreams
Cars and dresses

The mirrors on the street
Strangers and their reflections

Climbing stairways to a heaven
Their names engraved into the clouds

The point is,
A man is but himself

Not the woman in his bed,
Not the suits and clone on his skin

But his dreams,
And the will to achieve them

For what surrounds is but pictures,
Changing, as he walks, along his path

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The bride in a black dress

Where the roses drift on a drying river,
My heart pounds less to the echoes of your lies

Smooth lines mark the edges
A circle looping us inside a past

The black scarf in a closet
The tears of a weeping star

That the moon was mine
And not the warmth of your skin

On a cold night,
At least for most of the nights

When you were with her,
Until the break of a new dawn

But not another colored sun
For the shade is fading

The effects of your drug waning
That it only hurts to breathe

Between sobs of rage,
Pain and ecstasy

The crystal of naivety
A rainbow sunset that I had seen

Transformed into a twilight
That now,
I am the bride in a black dress

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Under the moonlight

Behind those dark eyes
Strip my cloth,
But my panties
Undress me under the moonlight

Kiss my lips passionately
Boil the blood in my veins
With the warmth of your breath,
Your hand stroking my ass

Saddle up, I am anxious to mount
It’s show time honey
Down the pole and up,
Shall we hit a home run baby?

Undress me under the moonlight
The truth of my body,
Breathe it in, all of me,
Until you scream, “enough!” “Enough!”

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Crimson

My soul feels cold
My eyes blind
What is, seems not
And what wasn’t, came to be

The veil of ignorance
Trapped in my illusions
These cuffs from the past
Eating flesh around my ankles

If only I had listened,
To the winds from the future
The Black Swan I saw,
Floating down a drying stream

The road we walked,
On shelling mines under our feet
A brother I lost
The only sister to care

Only to cry on my shoulder
Before she turned and walked,
Into the horizon
With my hands painted,
Into the crimson of the falling sky

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Blood on the grass

Flames light inside
Thirst runs deep
A wanting to want you

Veils of lust
Scatter petals of blood red
Smoke essence of painted daisies

A six and a nine,
A heaven and a seven
A beautiful dungeon

Smell the flower of youth
Fine berries dripping honey
A warm skin washed in a bath of milk

A harmony of forest sparrows
Pants wolves under a full moon,
The blood of a deer,
On a blade of a virgin grass

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