Bird of pasagge

How beautiful you look small bird!

Inside your cage without grille

Flying with no destiny

With your arms desiring the clouds

Almost touching the floor

How precious you look

Saying words without sound

Whispering that song

Your confusion

Your illusion

The song that you never sing aloud

''I can fly but i need his wings''

The hope of opening your cage

The song that whistles your heartbeats
My helpless little bird! 

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Still alive

He was thinking about the way they will feel upon waking. Thinking of how hard it would be to pretend, thinking of how painful it would be to act as if they meant nothing to each other. Because it will be like being dead when they are still alive.

‘’We must end this, stop feeling this way, because it is our only chance,'' But they did not. He did not do it...  and while he reminds how it was to love him... somehow will always know that he is still alive.

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The crime scene

I came back at the crime scene

Just to see if I still feel

Focusing on each sore

I find myself in pain 

 Does it hurt?

My heart faster starts to beat

As if trying to escape

Feeling as being driven to hell

Desperate

Not knowing where to go 

Wanting to go home

We are flesh and bone

Dust

Memories

An odd blend of love

Love and  hate

Hate and love. 

Doomed to forget. We are in this together but each man kills what he loves. the page remains blank, unfinished, same as the previous one... 

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If you want...

I will rebel, start writing and heal your heart.

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Carry me home

Take my heart to

Where angels and human beings are just one

Where the sun knows the secret to return to life

Where we are not confused

Where we are not at war

Lead it back to

Where time doesn’t pass for us

With no scars

Take my soul

Forget about the hurt

Guide my feelings to where they belong

Undress my heart and soul

Forgive

Even if it all goes wrong

There is a place we can call home

Where love is around

Where everything is full of love

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The Good Boy (I Can Hear)

Find me here

The good boy is still alive

I can hear

Even if you've lost your wings

You can fly wherever you want

Just love yourself

Embrace your back

A thousand angels are around me

And you are that part of me

You hold that missing piece

Even if it has a price

And you must bleed

The good boy is still alive

Just return to life

I know that you are one of us

And you can still be free

Even when you hate to be human

Walking through cold streets

The good boy is still alive

Let me out

Set me free

The good boy… I can hear

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The Whistle:

I am whistling around him

Now that He is sleeping... 

While his inevitable whistle 

Like a sweet call

That turns into a hopeless voice

Whispers in my mind

After having dirtied his hands

After digging his own tomb

I'm whistling by his side

Like a light that never goes out

While he sleeps forever

And ever

...

I didn't know him at all, but I'm whistling by his grave, with white rose petals in my hands to give to... Nobody.

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