Gone with the wind

I  saw you walking by

or, is it my mind wondering by?
A glimpse of you in the window

The wind blew your hair

and caressed your skin

O! how I envy the wind

The moment I turned you were gone

I looked for you, but you have  vanished

mayhaps the wind took you in her arms

perhaps the wind knew how to stole you from my eyes

I should have not hesitated

But I was too captivated by you

And now I must suffer so

I look for you every way I go

I hunt you down

but you were long gone

I hope she knows how to love you

the right amount of kisses

the proper way to hold your hand

I ought not to imagine me and you

I should have done something

Anything...

But I...

I loved you when you weren't mine to love

For that, I have been punished

For that I have to wait

And wait I shall

I must... until your heart has been broken

and then you'll come my way

I will mend it

I will treasure it

It  shall not be broken once more

I will not let you out of my sight

Not once...

Not ever...

Never

Nevermore...

Obsession

Emotions are not easily expressed

And yet we are obsessive compulsive communicative beings

Anxious to tell the world the way we feel

Even if we cannot fully understand it ourselves

Exploding through the need to share

Not only the bright but the deeply dark as well

Dreaming about the one who will fully understand it

Hoping for the one who'll see what's palpable in both light and dark

Imagining perfection in our lives

Yet hiding ourselves in a dark corner

Overwhelmed by the idea of love

And sharing that idea with a perfect human being

Always dreaming about it

We find ourselves prisoners of the mind

Not reasoning, but thinking constantly about that idea

Exhaustingly trying to figure out how to bring it to live

Forgetting about everything else

But that thought remains

That endless utopian dream

Analyzing...

Dreaming...

Thinking...

Hoping...

Longing...

Losing ourselves in the dream

Slowly vanishing what we once were

So there is nothing left...

but the irremediable consumption of the soul

She

Covered in dust she was
No chance existed for her to be found
For isolated she was
And even if she felt buried on the ground
The truth is that she could no longer distinguish where she was
Sometimes surrounded by an immense ocean
With no means to get out
Nor the skills to find her way out
Until she slowly opened her eyes
And saw herself covered by the brightness of the light
But the question remained unbound
Until she looked around
It was only then that she truly opened her eyes
And so she realized what she was
She had served as a navigation instrument
So complex for some
Remained as a riddle to others
Yet her beauty was such
That admired and desired by many was she,
Ahe became the link for those who still believe in magical worlds
And brouht joy to the ones who dare to stare above their heads
She was nothing more than what most of us call, a star...

About Unhappiness

Hateful thoughts of unhappiness
Continuous looks of indifference
Perfectly ignored
Rejected as a contagious disease
Misunderstood as a vulture in the open sea
People staring at me
They do not comprehend the complexity of your soul
They do not see how lonely you've become
They do not know how sad does it feel
To be alone,
To be unwanted,
To be unloved...

Every tear
Every nod on your throat
Every realization of what your future will be like
Alone, without someone to hold on to
Without someone being happy to see you
Without someone to hold you
Without someone who will take all your sorrows away...

And night over night over night
You drag yourself to bed, trying to sleep and
While you're lying there thinking
About your day, about your monotonous life
And how it doesn't seem to change
How it's everyday the same
And you try to be strong, optimistic
But you just can't take it any more
It's too much suffering for the uncertainty
Of what may the future bring
Of the life you could have
But you never will...

Tired of waiting for something to happen
Tired of waiting for someone to come
Tired of trying to change what I can't control
Tired of trying to make myself happy and forget about it all
Tired of crying
Of this life
And of being here

What shall the outcome be?
That I cannot tell for sure
But sometimes a tragedy it's what it takes to be free of it all...