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Dreams of a bird...
So close yet so far,
I see you in my eyes,
Dreaming of you every night,
Even without noticing I am.
So deep this love runs,
Impressing myself how deep roots are,
Reaching to the very core of my existence,
And Wreaking Havoc on my mind.
Each day this love grows,
More intense than the last,
Making me finally notice,
I do indeed have a heart.
Even thought this,
My love seems so Forbidden,
As I'm a bird without freedom,
And I can't tie anyone to my binds.
Perilous my tracks are,
But I keep fighting on,
As I'll try to gain the heart,
Of the one I most love.
My love might be a taboo,
But I hope to break those rules,
As love doesn't have limits,
And it can happen to anywho.
Indeed my heart feels,
And I'm proud of it,
So I want to say,
That I love thee
A Dear MotherA Dear Mother
Mother You helped me till I was big,
Cures my wounds and keep em' healed,
Passing through hardships and mischief,
So to keep walking on your steps of being Real.
You taught me everything I know,
And kept on teaching me more,
Even when you were in good health,
Even when you were on death's door.
Life might have been unjust in the past,
Even More unjust in the bleak future,
But you always faced the present.
With a smile,
With a hug,
With a praise and a good loving
'I Love You'
After You were diagnosed with Cancer,
You told us from the very beginning of all,
And even though there we were so small,
We understood that time was now on a countdown.
We had hardships in that time,
Having to sacrifice so many things,
Our Innocence and Our childhood,
Our Youth and Our Time,
All for you As you gave us your life,
But now it was our time to just give it back.
Many years passed on us,
As we kept getting older with you,
Sharing your pain,
Your blood and Sweat,
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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