20 maio 2013

under the sheets

Her smell on my bed, impregnating the sheets, the memory of nights awake, the touch, the kiss, "do not ever go away from here," warming the left side of the bed and the heart as well, separates insecurity from will, leaving here only the colors, strip away the blacks and grays, take away the pain and sorrow, the delicacy of words, the beauty of the smile, let it be like this, i´ll go to sleep now, don´t ever want to wake up, this is how I wanna be.

p.s: and the heart is dumb and the heart is blind