I feel free from what hurts me
Because I'm here close to you.
Your arms protect me from the cold.
Our love is almost palpable,
Like something we can hold.
I would like to hide it in my pocket,
But I could lose it with ripped jeans.
Losing would be a sin.
Nothing is the same as what it means.
It is more than I was expecting.
It is my open door and the floor for my feet.
Now I'm hungry for you.
My breath begs you not to leave.
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Cold days of a heart on fire
PoetryI should scream to the universe, But what is my voice after all? It is just one more between billions, And, with my death, it will not exist. So it is better for me to show what I need By writing my love, anger and dreams So I can make people see on...
