I have a confession to make
I know how you drip
When I whisper
Those bad names
In your ear while in public.
Can I take my finger now?
Everyone is looking...
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I have a confession to make
I know how you drip
When I whisper
Those bad names
In your ear while in public.
Can I take my finger now?
Everyone is looking...
they would be pretty cute if they’re dating!!!!!!!!
I will make sure that I do
Thinking of you... And when I say this I mean so much more than just the fact that you are in my mind.
I am missing you. And that happens because I am not with you.
But it would happen whether if we were near or far.
Just like loving you makes me blind to the real extent of the distance.
That is because Love does not measures distance.
It simply feels it in the moment.
It does not differ from near or far.
It only differs if you are not here or if you are.
It also does not measure time.
Because some moments in life are worth a life time.
And they stay. Deep inside they stay.
They may be an hour they may have just gone in a day.
They stay.
And when we meet again we keep up with such moments as if they had just happened yesterday.
And even if they had happened today we could already be missing them because they were already past.
And you know how amazing those moments can be and no matter how long they can take they feel as if they had gone so fast.
Because they are past but they stay. Inside.
Those are the marks we carry inside left by the love we had from each other.
I want to be marked again and again by you, again.
I don't need to go further.
You made me reborn as someone better.
As someone I was meant to offer to you.
What may come into our lives it does not matter.
I am Yours. Forever! And forever I will make sure that I do.
Why do you write?
How strong can your mind be
When you grab a pen in your hand
Are you even expected to be strong
When your thoughts expand
Like branches of a tree
Growing miles long
Up into the sky
Covering the land
That lays down below
And you just have to let them out
Let them out as prose, poem or song
Especially when you feel your feelings grow
And begin to take your whole
Why would you need to be strong
Writing should only be about letting out
Not meant for any mind show
So let your light or your darkness or your colors out
Just plant a seed in your mind
And let it sprout...
You control my actions
You control my actions
And drive my desire
Made me forget all notions
Set my life on fire.
Please, don't ever leave!...
THE WAY WE WERE
Thinking about you. About US.
On how difficult this all is for both and each of US.
How a "small" distance that used to be covered in just an hour before the pandemic, now seems a huge mileage trip to the other side of the World.
How easy this would have been before.
It would enable US to be together and travel back and forward so easily.
Now, it has been months since we have been together in person.
I miss the touch.
Miss the smile.
Miss the personal interaction.
Miss the scent. Miss the taste. Miss the look of you when you're not looking.
I miss your every fraction. In the present moment. In the past. In the planned future.
Miss to appreciate your grace and lightness whenever you walk with a smile on your face.
Miss the end of the fights when we would almost spank and bite each other on that neverending hungry way punish the flesh and possess the soul. Those bites!!!...
Miss your hair in my fingers.
Miss my fingers on you and in you.
Miss your moan.
Miss to go places with you by my side.
Miss to play your clown in public and go crazy wherever. Whenever...
Miss you in the bed.
Miss you around the house. Miss you here. Miss you there. Miss you everywhere.
Miss to fight with you like cat and mouse.
Our fights have made me think so many times that we were wrong.
But our moments made me feel even more how right we are.
Miss our plans together. Miss our ideas. And the things we do so to not feel so far.
I love you and everything about you.
I love myself when I am with you.
Miss being red, yellow, green, shiny bright colours and not just blue.
I love US more than anything else.
Our dreams are still inside of me.
They will always be.
They were not for yesterday, I must say it with sorrow.
Seems not also for today.
But I believe they will be true tomorrow
Or any other day. And the one after. And the one after. And the one after that.
A book with a never-ending happy chapter.
I keep believing.
I keep loving.
I keep dreaming.
I keep fighting. Because to stop fighting for the true love of my life is to die. And I don't want to die.
I still want to live. I still want to love. YOU. With YOU. Many many happy years.
Until death drops by...
UNTIL I FINALLY LOST EVERYTHING...
I never felt I was so much
Until I finally lost everything
You drove me here
So I have to thank You
For Your "magic touch"
That turned my cold harsh winter
Into flowering spring
Though far apart
I feel caressed by your words...