Thousand times
I asked myself
what it is, to feel
Thousand times
I asked myself
what it is, to love
plenty of those
unanswered thoughts
and plenty of those
times
I didn’t really wanted to know
and plenty of those
times
I couldn’t really grow
Until
well,
you.
it is the body that quietly pains your missing weight
it is the soul that yet misses your deeper sight
it is the heart,
that to date
vibrates
and shakes
obstinate
and unmanageable
like a fire with no owner
trapped in between time
a fire that burns with no purpose
just for the sake of heat and warmth
I have,
created
a painting
of my heart
that hangs at my wall
a celebration
to feeling
a celebration
to being alive
and right now
at this very moment,
It can’t feel anybody else
It’s yours.