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stardust and the ashes of a life

kissing his hand I walked closer to you.

Your pale skin against my lips scarlet.

My sweet little girl ... how are you tonight?

is not too much that I ask.

You are still as usual, my doll,

and your skin tingles under cold water not warm my lips.

You have not changed you're always so.

I brought you a gift ... my love.

I picked stardust to bring a gift.

but only now opening up this golden bag,

I realize that what I brought,

is not the silver dust that I wanted to make you beautiful.

'm just the ashes of my useless life.

Oh my love,

I would have you live in the moment,

I wanted to see your face come alive.

But even so,

while my blood slides to the ground and dries them,

while the ashes of my life disperse in the wind.

with my soul,

You, my love, there is nothing that my beautiful wax doll.


***

Well done this performance of sadness I'm back in my depressività .. let's face it is a terrible time ... damn ugly and sad ... but sooner or later it will ... at least I still the fanfic, friends (in part) on the clamp and the gdr XD at least I have fun with that for a while and not think of anything ... for most of the rain when it does not help .. as the worship at the time depresses me a bit .. and say that was all I wanted to put imaglioni start and run with an umbrella in the rain ...
Ugh .. is all too empty ... useless ...
Luckily my LJ not read it in many ... Too much to explain to many people ...
Okay so ...
the end everything will work out as usual ...
scars will remain more or less deep ... but I will not die for this .. the real me is dead now too ...

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agony / tightrope walker

was a bit 'not posted here and it seemed unfair XD so I put 2 poems .. and if tonight I'll be inspired perhaps add a third U_U


AGONY

In I buried my heart pain

For another abandonment

Another subtle wound

sutured by time,

that over time will leave yet another scar,

that pain in his tragic

reminds me of my stupidity

in trust people.

What I hate myself for

And for the trivia ... my stupid

And every time I regret not having a heart

of ice cold

cursing the soft snow

that comes down on me

the thin covering wounds

making me forget my past pain

damn and I

and my heart

and as fragile crystal

for the umpteenth time

ended shattered

and as glass shards that are on a wall

me away from those who hurt me ....

Let my soul

be lost in slowly destroying itself.

Funambol

suspended on a wire

I looked away my blood

slip away from me and my writing history

on the white sand of this sea of loneliness

like a dream I watched the sea

erase that history

as if there were nothing d 'important

and waves, unrelenting,

slow slip on the sand

erasing the red blood

smooth pursuit

while, like a tightrope walker,

go ahead on my wire

leaving my trail of blood

behind me as fingerprints

aware that the wire will break sooner or later

and looking down,

my story, written in the sand,

disappears as ever existed

I can only wait impatiently

the day when my wire will be cut.

Until then I will continue to advance

Without ceasing to smile at those who cross my path,

who look at my useless life

imprint on the sand and disappear.