Brave Nights

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he enclosed his fingers around her flesh

her pale skin, so neat and fine, it kinda hurted me when he treated her that way

and her various words explaining things i didn't want her to explain to me

just murderous, that's how i feel when he treat her that way

but her fool eyes always shining for him instead of me

i don't know, but i think her hands, are the things i most love of her

and her lovely eyes, fools but beautiful eyes, because even if they shine for the wrong person they still have a real and great brightness

and i still thinking she has been made for me to love her

she and her famed smile that can light up the night and make the stars get jealous about how fabled she is

and perhaps is just me athwart the whole world, they thinking that i have nothing

but I've you, and the memories, of you the sound of your unconcerned voice playing every wherever i go

like we used to do with your favorite vinyl's, those all were enjoyable times

but now sweety everything is tainted by the regret i carry and that is now eating me from inside

I'm just putrid, rotten and venomous i'm the complete sin with no likely pardon

and I'm still here taking root in the lieu that would complete

and there are blossoms in me for you, and i still the direst poet

But i'm whole yours

holler every nigth, in your name, in the name of the most lovely thing i ever own

i could saw her, cherish and wish her presence around me as the air is

her redolence introducing into my lungs as a vital thing

i must be gingerly with you, i dont want to sunder you

i want to get rid of the thorns wich devide us

heed how you breath at night and overall hark you when you gab to me

wipe down the tears he has cause in your brilliant eyes

because lady, nothing is as sublime as you are

too proper for the rest of the people to understand too genius for them to grasp your mind

abroad their meagre heads, too many mighty for them to realize how over them you are

i refuse staying tight-lipped to everything they speak about you, all based on jealousy and foolery

i could keep talking about you for a thousand nights long, pondering about how you were my "aye" and I was your "at times"

but darling i don't longer mind how do you use me, just do it

because i'm nothing if not yours

and every inch of me grieve when every inch of you bask without me

nothing is total if it is not with your dainty fingers wag at the rythm of your favorite song

spell your name, every single letter was significant, none can get lost, if it happened my life course would be a loss

The scorches of your lips still there, somewhere lost in my skin

I haven't caught no beautiful creature as you

You know I'm sentient about entire

and your brutal words weren't a help for me, and your fierce heart wasn't neither a savior

I was the poet for a reckless muse, you weren't that, or maybe i had the wrong caption

I'm always gullible, drowning myself in selfless behaviors but how couldn't i? i'm coy and dreadful

the worse type of monster, with the hideous demeanor, that's what am i

no more but yes less

i had no commitment with perfection, that cruel lady which expects you to be queen when all you can be is peasant

the due you will never pay, sweety because you are glorious already

the amusement you had with nothing but your broken hearts was just so unreal, you were a complete work of art, walking so alive and beautiful