Sandmarks of a foreign time

It was the most beautiful and innocent thing I’ve ever seen.
As we arrived into the beach
She took her shoes off
And started running towards the sea
Like a little child
Who waited too long
for something fun.
I looked at her
From the distance I could feel her energy
Blossing, melting the sand beneath
I tried to do the same
Follow her lead,
sink my feet
But I was paralyzed
I couldn’t run
I coudn’t fight
She flied,
I shrank,
I’ve just realized
I was in love for the first time
In my whole human life.
That night
Her head against my chest
My heart
Started to shamefully cry
It was all too beautiful
And if one thing I’ve learnt
From the time my father left
Was that beauty never stays
It comes and goes with the morning shades.
That night I couldn’t even make love to her
It was all too good
We couldn’t fight
Even if we wanted it hard.
Her steps in the sand
Follow me every night
At 3am I am still yours
At 8am I am nothing but wrongs
Her enthusiasm took me to my childhood,
I wrote words about her never understood,
Poetry found me
And now you’re gone
But she won’t go,
Says there’s still art in me.
My dark side was too much
I used the last match,
It’s time for us
We payed our part.

Nevertheless,
I’ll always smile
Knowing that somewhere
In some foreign land
There’s still sandmarks
Made of the shape of her feet.

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Epilog

I’m finally honest with myself
Now I’ve got to be honest to you
Truth is I still love you,
It won’t change, no matter the men
The sex, the time, the place
It’s bigger than me and I need you
To know what it’s like in here.
As the day is ending,
Even the day of my wedding,
You’ll probably cross my mind
And that’s all right.
You’re my love and I accept that
I won’t let you down
Even if I tried,
I’ll always be around
For when you cry at night,
I’ll make songs and sell them
As my true creation
But it’d just be a reflection
Of the void I live in since you left.
This is all true
Don’t let my mask hurt you,
Cause I couldn’t live knowing
That I damaged your blooming.
You’re going to be alright
Just go ahead and try out,
You are worth every action
Don’t let them take your passion.
I hope you’re not sad girl
Don’t be a bad girl,
You’ll grow to see
Everything it’s meant to be.
All these lines I cannot change
All this poetry is not in vain,
If you’re listening please refrain
From misleading my love as hate
But honestly I took every hit I can.
You don’t need me no more
And that’s not wrong,
I am proud of who you are
No matter how far I go.
The mornings are hard
The night’s are not fine,
I’m dying from an illness
And my time is burning out.
So I need to move on,
Even if I can’t say goodbye,
Cause I’m feeling so low
I can’t hear the sound of my guitar.
I wished it was easier than this
But true love never is.
I could keep hiding behind
But there’s no place left in my mind,
You overloaded it with your cacao eyes.
This is my epilogue
And it is with love
That I want to let you go
Before I kill our past hopes.
We’re living in a wild world child
And I’m not man enough to carry your hand,
I always walked on the wild side
Of the sidewalk of your sunshine.
They say love is to keep that person near
I think we should let our lovers be free,
Love them like we love cats
Without forcing their hand
Being there from time to time.
Sweetheart do not mistake
My verses to be a regret
I am the happiest
When I think of your sweet face,
Your intensive hips
And your sugar lips
Repeatedly biting my neck
As we melted during sex.
Live long sweet love
Take care of your soul,
Do not let Men tell you wrong
You are everything humanity could hope.

The art of fighting

You told me to stop fighting
And now every single morning
Has become a new fight
Against the fact
Of not fighting anymore
And letting it all go.
I’ve always considered myself
As a good tiger full of living drops
Always ready to take another round
Never running somewhere else.
So when you told my heart
To keep its own map
My soul drew a line
Between the clouds
Of my alcoholic mind
Making me feel like everything
Just slows down,
And tiny
Pieces of my soul,
Fragments of old poems,
Keep surging searching for you.

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