It burns.
It rips the heart out.
Leaves a void.
Saudade.
The urge to jump on a plane,
to run for miles and miles
to overcome every obstacle
just so I can get to you.
Saudade.
The wind whispers your name
while the rain marks the beat.
The pulse of my vanes
screams :
Saudade.
When do I get to see you?
When do I get to talk to you?
When do I get to kiss your lips
and hold you in my arms?
When do I get to run towards you
to see your face, to….
sigh.
When do I get to?
Saudade.
Get the juices flowing
get the flowing juices
feel the breeze that kisses
lovely lips that seal
Feel the wind that
changes
refreshments
reflections
appointments
notes
promises
paradise
hell
flowing through life
shakes the trees
though routed stand
tall
small
Sense doesn’t make
anyone
anything
everything
sensation.
Love doesn’t add
anything
everything
love.
Half full, half empty
promises
cups, doesn’t matter
nothing counts.
Everything counts!
Fuch the grammar
fuch the spelling
fuck the sick society.
Fuck the false premises
fuck the afterlife
fuck the asshole at the end of the rainbow
FUCK LIFE!
Life for those who fuck;
life fuck those who for
an empty nest return
a lovely lie…
not a lie;
a LIFE!
Good bye
life
love
death
Hello
me.
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