I yearn to her
How many times I tried to forget her,
but I realize that I yearn to her
Then I take back, and I deny my feelings, that I'm not for her
I always think that I still have hope in her
That's only words, that I'm trying to be patient with
Why am I doing this? what am I ? What is my heart?
I'm obviously tortured by love, and running over the one who tired me
On purpose I let the easy road in front of me and go to the hardest one
people see me like waiting long, they feel sorry for me

when the poetry surprises me without waiting
when the minutes are pregnant with a thousand explosions
when the writing become as suicide
you fly like a butterfly between the block notes and the two fingers
how do i sit with someone else but you
while you're traveling in the veins of my hands and in my blood.

I see you with eyes rather than that of other people
You are the most beautiful one in my eyes,
I love you by all the senses in my heart