Once more, this guilt of my wrongdoings,
And also for those things I haven’t done,
Life happens
…your lust is written
all over my body…
Who is this?
It is not like me
perhaps a new me?
a me I don’t know
I feel not like me
Monologue
I say I need
you say “me too”
I say I hurt
you’re hurting too
A little bit of morning thoughts
It’s a little bit like coffee
the kind that wakes you up,
milk chocolate that melted
the kind that you can rub.
Give a chance to life
Have you ever stopped
to raise your head and breathe
to close your eyes and feel
the fresh rain wash your face?
Yes
To everything you ask me,
to one and thousand words,
to every plan, to every dream,
to all and just one more,
Knock-Knock
.. this is me, little me, and I’m worth,
to have some of my needs fulfilled,
so I don’t go and knock other doors,
when all I need is you close to me.
Passion… is all about passion
Let me hold your face between my hands,
kiss your tender lips, look into your eyes,
let me show you what is to be loved,