Minutes useless. Time lays without your presence senseless. A blink of an eye an eternity to forget. To touch, to clutch, to see! Your whole carried everything that I’ve lost in me. I’d like to deny it, but my heart rests in thee Get this and other poetry works…Read more Denials
Cracking sounds. Difference in resonated pitches. Contractions, hopes of kisses. Dreams of wishing, a perfect misjudged world. Absentia. (Elimadey) Check my books out.
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
As you ask pleads of a gentle voice waving eyes so loved, hands that want to care for. To show myself, oh, so broken and torn; a throne of thorns moving gracelessly hurting nothing but its own. Trembling dependence, sure seen decadence screams of need, anxiousness for your soft presence. Author page
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My heart is dust my soul's a remnant of a piece after a scattering blast, my mind is split between carelessness, wrath, madness and apathy... I don't know what's worth I don't know how's to have. To trust. By Júlio C. Carlos. Find my books at: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XN5CG4J/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&qid=1487964713&sr=8-6&keywords=love+of+a+hibiscus