Don't get mistaken by her softeness. She's not a soft breeze, she's a distant hurricane.
Allow everything’s departure to where they belong. Neglect their once existence, chapters of a memory, deaden pasts unneedy of mourn. Persist. In any direction but back. What withdrew is no longer there. Be impervious to the world. It doesn't care, it doesn't know. Forsake, follow your self. Feel! and let it be felt.…Read more Let it be felt
Grey eyes are happy too, in a strange way along a dark place. Grey eyes can be softer than blue warmer than brown... Grey eyes, as souls dark enlighten softly bellow someone’s light.
Wasted Hearts is a collection of confessional poems to a girl that the author loved to the core of every fiber of his bones. In this beautiful work he shows the feelings he felt, the thoughts, the way she made him see life. But the thing is, although the girl apparently loved him too, she…Read more Wasted Hearts
It could, yes, it could be better than this. Less confusing more inspiring than it is. I tried to comprehend why you hide in uneasy smiles leaving your laughters aside. Perchance I was just wasting time, trying to make you laugh when your laughter came with everyone's voice except mine, making it harder…Read more Wasting time
These dreams, cursed nightmares embrace with your eyes sight. So far they lie... Not even there I can get close. Not even there you've lost presence. Not even there I dare to dare. You said you didn’t want to stay that I should go away… You said it yourself… so let me… go,…Read more Let me be again
Gripped to you, walking miles in vain standing again, looking for you in despair masked as fury, motivated by pain. (By: Júlio C. Carlos) Free e-books available at: http://www.lulu.com/shop/j%C3%BAlio-c-carlos/love-of-a-hibiscus/ebook/product-23061805.html (Leave a review XD)