Shakespeare in love

He writes for the vault of heaven,
clouds and rainbows,
He owns those beautiful balladry,
paints words wherever he goes.
In the victory of his love,
he played a sinner
the laughter that provoked it,
he was in love with her
her hair took it far away,
that sublime eve he was in water
he knew she was the one,
in her he found his shelter
Will was in love
in love like never before,
his sonnets could claim her name
for her love shaped him a winner
Shakespeare was in love!
No, not for the first time
but the times he fell in love
were the times his rhymes made him shine.

I dream.

Till the grave summons my fragmented sleep,
My thought, you may salute her
when I close everything,
you may, my thought, waltz on the fur

I dream, dream of my thought
with symphonies of the 18th
the moonlight I give an audience to
takes me to you and beneath.

Too young

Too young,
remember the girl you kissed?
enchanted by your tale?
she was too young to be crippled by love.
remember her city and her lights?
she was too young,
too young to be sleeping alone,
too young to be sleeping with you.
didn't turn it off until you called,
she was too young to be lusting after you.
Run fast!
don't you think she was too young?
too young to be falling alone.
she went back and forth.
don't you think she was too young?
too young to be breaking her heart.

Dancing under the brightest night sky

Oh! The brilliance,

The fairest of them all!

Bite of his fur and claws

Et romance under the gleam

I want the inky nights, the fair ink

Et strings, heels under my feet,

Waltz to my somber evenings;

Beautiful, perfectly beautiful!

Where am I?

She loves you,

Carrying a soul in her, she names you it’s father

Where am I?

Lost in the memories,

Like a kid in the throng

I keep writing about you, words keep coming.

She loves you.

Where am I?
Doomed in your tricky tale,

A love that lost her game,

I keep dreaming about you, colors keep coming

Gloomy nightmare it is,

But I’m into it, my love it is.

She loves you.

Where am I?

Her dirty vagina;

They met in the darkness under the brightest stars,
when she and her vagina were clean
He would join hands for her,
and dance for her,
and loved her
the melancholy in her eyes scheduled it all,
when he accused her for having a dirty vagina
she felt like a hooker,
slayed her soul,
and howled in the trees
but again,
she knew she cleaned it everyday

they kissed like lovers, and walked like love
but he said she had a dirty vagina
comatose and buried, she cleaned it everyday,
she washed it with the agony she had pet
but he said she had a dirty vagina
she cried to wash it with tears,
bled to wash it with blood
but it was never clean enough
never deserving enough
and maybe that's why,
she died a virgin
maybe she had a dirty vagina.

For the boy who became my strength without uttering a word.

There's a man waiting on me, the radiance upon my gloom he seems
with some pages to read, some stories to portray,
there in the corner, unattended, he needs me
and the wind,
aisle to the recesses of his heart
take me there,
before my love shapes me again.

For my love

If words could say what I feel, I'd splash the sky with words, but no they don't, all they do is make sense to things that already make sense. If the word 'love' was the correct one for my feelings for you, I'd say ' I love you' but no, it doesn't all it does is simplify the feeling in a word that is used like an excuse not to explain further. But explanation, what should I explain.. tell me if you find words to describe your trembling body when you first touched me. I know I was the first girl you ever touched but that shake was something else, the fear of losing me to your imperfection without your conscious; that was what I fell for. But time is the culprit!!!
Happy Valentines day my love, Sorry I had to let you Go!!!

The love you give away is the only love you keep.