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Poison and wine

I’ve got poison on my lips
And in my glass, red wine.
I’ve got you in my bloodstream
And this porcelain heart of mine.

I’ve got oceans in my veins
And to sail them, you alone.
I’ve got a blood-stained hurricane
And you wear my poison as cologne.

You’ve got a storm beneath your skin
And then a storm’s what you become.
I’ve got my fire to remind you
Who burned and made you come undone.


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The one that got away

Falling for her was like summer rain,
First drizzle, then hurricane;
With thunders, with lightning, heavy and fast,
Meant to dishevel, but never to last.

Being with her was an autumn fire,
Vibrant and quiet, a bright red desire.
For she was fresh coffee brewed in the morning,
And you were vodka down her throat burning.

She was Sundays sleeping in with your T-shirt on,
She was nights spent late, talking ‘till dawn,
But you were bare feet on cold ground,
An old toy in a box of lost and found.

Falling out of love with her
Was made of details in a blur.
A door slammed, a few regrets,
Late nights buried in cigarettes,

Voices breaking, ‘could have been’s,
Driving off roads made of dreams.
Her, a wild tale without age,
You, who loved her page by page.

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From A to Z to her

A was for an auburn sky
Smiling down on us to pry,
For how you awoke my senses,
And I stepped past your defenses.

B, ‘cause my brain was a mess
When I saw you in that dress,
Because my crush was benign,
Until I clasped your hand in mine.

C for that corner of world
That I build around one girl.
And for the color of your lips
That I wanted to feel under my fingertips.

D was for the dreamless dawn,
You wearing my jacket on,
For that daring thought of mine
That had me kissing you goodbye.

E was for an endless daze,
When I could stare at you for days,
For eagerness uncalled for
As I knocked on your front door.

F is for the fifty ways
I’d come up with to hold your gaze,
And for fifty more reasons why
I’d fail and fail with every try.

G is for a glimpse at you
That made me stand and cross the room,
And for the guts to ask you out,
Then you were all I’d think about.

H, for hers, just like my heart,
That forgets to beat when we’re apart, 
For a hundred shades of blue
That the sun in your eyes drew.

I is for in love with you,
Where I fell without a clue,
For impossible to think
Of a world that you’re not in.

J is for the joy with which
You make me better stitch by stitch,
For that large jacket of mine,
You wore during that first sunshine.

K is for a kiss, then ten,
And a million more since then.
And it’s also for your knuckles
I kiss every time you chuckle.

L is for how lost I’d be
If you weren’t here with me,
Loving, laughing, lying here,
Where I hold you all so dear.

M, one minute, all it took,
For you to read me like an open book,
And now one minute’s all I need
For your sight my soul to feed.

N, ‘cause never I’d have thought,
You would get me so distraught,
N for how nervous I’d be
Each time you’d stand in front of me.

O for how often I’d find... (...)


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Find me

I am a feather lost at sea,
I am but a drop of dew,
I am the lock, I am the key,
                Find me, I’m a déjà vu.

‘Cause you’re castle made of ash
And I’m the flame who burned your throne.
You and I were meant to crash,
                Find me, ember, smoke and bone.

We are bullets made of silk,
And you’re proud as a sunset.
But I’m a sunrise marked in ink,
                Find me, gray as a regret.

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The art of freefalling

Give me a pencil, give me a paintbrush,
I’ll draw my desires and my fears in a rush,
I’ll sketch up a home, a castle, a town,
A kingdom of madness and a fool’s crown.

Give me guitars, give me their strings,
Let me play on ‘til I can’t feel a thing.
I’ll sing about dreaming of a soul who would stay
And I’ll sing about waking up breathless each day.

Give me some paper, give me a pen,
I’ll let my rhymes write me every now and then;
For when the words fail me or die in my throat,
You’ll find me on the edge of this poem I wrote.

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In shades of me and you

I met you where no flowers bloom
And you got drunk on my perfume.
I met you when my walls were high,
Where days and nights met eye to eye.

I smiled at you and you went weak,
A faint blush colored your cheek.
I smiled at you and you smiled back
And hit me like a heart attack.

I kissed you under lilac trees,
My hair was ruffled by a breeze.
I kissed you hard, I kissed you long,
And so I knew where I belong.

I loved you until my heart bled,
With each and every word you said.
I loved you like a thunderstorm
Made of flames and ash alone.

I lost you in a summer morning.
You went so fast, without a warning.
I lost you when the skies turned gray.
You lost me when you walked away.

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Anchor

I told him I’m a pebble,
A grain of sand lost on the shore.
He said, “No, you’re every wave
Of the seas I kneel before.”

I told him I’m a feather,
Floating away on a breeze.
He said, “No, you’re every bird
Taking on the skies with ease.”

I told him I’m a drop of rain,
Making my way down to him.
He said, “No, you’re every storm
That I fight to sink or swim.”

I told him I’m a tiny star
In a nameless constellation.
He said, “No, you’re my whole sky,
Horizons painted with perfection.”

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Thunderstruck

I had no idea it was love I was falling in,
But through the freefall I saw his eyes,
And from the eye of the hurricane we stood within,
He saw through my every disguise.

He bent my will and lit up my sky;
His thunder silenced my fear.
Coppery clouds have me wondering why
His violent storm makes my eyes see so clear.

Broke me and fixed me, he promised to carry
My burdens tattooed on his veins;
He was the thunderstorm in the valley
And I was the girl who smelled like rain.

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The lilac song

I let my eyes lose focus
As I breathe in cold air,
In the spring morning,
With lilac in my hair.

You vowed to come back,
And I kept waiting there,
In the spring morning,
With lilac in my hair.

I dreamed again of times
When you spoke my name like a prayer,
In the spring morning,
With lilac in my hair.

You’d grip my hand tight
And one heart we’d share,
In the spring morning,
With lilac in my hair.

And yet I sit waiting
For you to appear,
In the spring morning,
With lilac in my hair.

Oh, how we sat in silence,
How I blushed under your stare,
In the spring morning,
With lilac in my hair.

But the sun is setting.
It’s no longer May.
Now it’s near nightfall,
And the lilac’s turned gray.

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Bring me the horizon

Horizons are made of shadows
And hope is made of burnt ash,
Cause when the skyline found my footsteps
Light and dark were meant to crash.

Horizons are made of silver.
I’ve chased them till my soles bled.
Miles of land and soul I’ve wasted,
But my horizons burned too red.

Horizons are just empty spaces
In which my aching heart I’ve hid.
I thought I’d let go of their echo,
But I don’t think I ever did.

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