"Isn't something missing?"

How can I sleep? Knowing what I am. Knowing what I did. How can I live, With the guilt for The crimes I did The crimes I’m capable of I just wanted A happily ever after I tried and I failed How was worth it Those happy times If now you're crying? All my intentions Were good I never wanted to end like this.

Why love? To be hurt To live happily ever after To cry To the never-ending life Or smile as never before Love What a bittersweet feeling The most confusing State of mind Loving The better or worst Time of life Why love? Why not?

A muito tempo que já não postava nada, mas finalmente tive um rasgo de inspiração e por isso aqui segue mais um poema: How to forget? What we are. What we do. Sin run trough Our veins since The very first breath We can both Give life As take it. Turn the world In heaven Or a living hell What we are? Goddesses or Demons. Women we are everything and nothing at all!

Let me fly away close my eyes sleep forever. Let me dream, believe that everything is all right everything is the same. Let me smile again let me be happy Please let me love you. Let the rain fall and wash my soul wash my heart. Then let the sun shine again let the clouds disappear Please give me back my life. Please let me sleep and dream away dream away with you. Não é autobiografico

Why should I believe You? Why do You love us? If I only see the pain and suffer In the world. How can we believe You? If that only makes more suffer. How can we live like that? How can we hate you? The only reason not to hate Is fear How can we live? Why can you die? What’s better life or death? How can we be blind? To all this suffer To all this pain. I just want to close my eyes And sleep forever. ñ é autobiografico

What love is? is an expensive gift? is a feeling of the weak? is a foolish of the fools? Love is being there for you is wiping your tears is harm hugs and goodnight kisses is a simple smile How hard is to love? How hard is to care? How hard is to forgive? Is not hard to love, is hard to admit it. Is not hard to care, is hard to show it. And isn't hard to forgive is hard to see perfection in the imperfection Why can you say it? Three little words I Love you!