I like to write poems when I'm sad.
I'm shy when it comes to my writing.
If you only knew how much, honey I miss hearing your voice, You would come on the wings of the wind And you would say a word to me.
By Karla Andrea2 years ago in Poets
Rain on the moon of Mars ``Infernal rain, and we loved each other in the attics. Through the window sky, oval, the clouds were flowing in the month of Mars.
Kissing, ah, kissing, kissing young people on the streets, in bistros, on railings, they kiss each other as if they were themselves
The happiness inside me she's stronger than me, than my bones, which you scratch at me in a hug Happily, take me upstairs and hit me
"She is bored and very beautiful her black hair is upset her bright hand he forgot me a long time ago, -
``My hands are in love, alas, my mouth loves them, and behold, I have found that things are so close to me that I can scarcely walk among them without hurting myself.
Men, come and go from the souls Women who love them It's like he's waiting for them at the door Good and naive Ten more women,
Nothing in life is random, There comes a time when all the debts of the soul are paid. If you owe too much, you have to pay
I don't want you to heal me Or save me from my own person. I don't want to find you Someone I lost Long before you.
Today I will address a different topic than what I have posted so far. It's about the country they come from. Maybe some of you have heard of Romania, maybe others have not.
By Karla Andrea2 years ago in Wander
With you I felt I could reach the sky Without falling later. With you I felt like, whatever may befall, you will be ready
Happiness is closer by the one who loves too detailed than the one who hurts just as much. beloved he's the one who hurt,
