MamaI feel climbing in me an inspiration, it comes from the stomach and it rises to the brain through the eyes.I cannot make a decent poem about it, because I have too much to say, or rather write.25 years of things is what I write.Where to start?Perhaps the most important ...The kindness, that you always gave me, and that I learned to give too.The one who saved lives, avoided a couple to break, listened to all those who are in lack of understanding.Unfortunately, I cannot say everything here because I cannot betray the trust they have placed in me.But these few examples such as those in a long line of success to bring happiness
The returnThe returnWe lovedYou were afraid of our differencesBetween the two my heart hesitateYou cannot walkYou can only thinkFor monthsYou have accumulated braveryTo say these words that come to me without zealI love youYour returnI'll expect it each day.I'll wonder,If you're going well,If you didn't forget meBecause a large gap separates us.Although we are both at the age of reason.You're only thirteen.I have ten more.Our love sails in the dreams of our tormented heads.And hope is emerging gradually,Pieces by pieces,Like a giant puzzle,Depicting us in a heart.We have assembled the heart.Now we just
I am sad againI am sadAnd while I get the tip of my pen out,My tears flow slowly,Why?Because I am not happy,And that's what I want,And while the tears fall one by one,I think of the lost loves,I think of the lost happiness,Those whoCannot see the happiness when it's knocking at their doors,These angels that go a little further away each day.You reach out for their hands,You even offer them tomorrow,They want today.I don't know what these angels want,But I know what I can give them,Me.But it's not enough,Because it takes more than me to lure these angels.Yet my desire is to be one of their chosen one.White and red g
I am sadI'm sad because you're not there.I don't ask you to be with me anymore, but I beg you,What I feel is more than love for you,But it's a need for you.If you're not there I don't exist anymore,If we're not one how can we exist?I cannot resolve myself to it.I could never express what I feel for you,Because you cannot designate it with words,But it's with what I feel inside.This inside which grows in me, and that makes me write that.I cannot resolve myself to it.I know that the time we meet is approaching every time a little more,However this needle that shows me the time, is for me a real sword.It hurts me,She tortur
I am touchedI am touched,Nobody never touched me so much with wordsEverything oppose us and yet,Love is born.For the sceptics of the netFor the fearful and maliciousFor those who still believe that a child is a being devoid of any reasonFor those who believe that difference is a problemFor those who do not believe in the power of the heartMe I believe it!The society sees evil everywhere.A free love and passion,For her cannot exist.Yet my heart does not lie.To this beautiful unknown who cameOut of the night,Seeing the darkest shadows of her mindThanks to meThis kind of behaviour cannot exist.Here reign that hatred and
What I feelIt's strong,It's very strong,It's like a concern,It's like a lack.It's true, I miss you.I never ceased to look at you,I never ceased to think of you,But my thoughts did not go far enough,They don't cross the ocean,They get lost,They forget,Yet they live on the other side.How will they find their way?Nobody knows that.Or perhaps it's simply other thoughts?These go also there,But how?Do they swim?Do they fly?I don't know.I just know they are there.They await the moment to melt in me.I only think of this moment,Because otherwise I cry.But it's not my eyes that cry,It's much deeper.The heart you