I can look.
I can feel.
I can even touch, but never have.
And that's what makes me sad.
Even on cold nights like that,
this bed never seemed so wide.
We are so close,
so far.
I can even touch, but never have.
And THAT'S
what makes me sad.
Because she's away.
2000 light years away.
Her body is all mine, but her mind
is away.
2000 light years away.
It was supposed to be a double-date.
The time has passed and we were still only three.
I didn't want to be alone that day.
So the random was in charge of fixing things.
That's how I failed to know "someone", to know "that one".
That one who would change my life.
I usually stay cool in any situation.
But she was beautiful.
She was beautiful too much.
I was scared.
I would need more than all my luck and good words to have her to me.
That's what I thought in that moment.
And It was in that moment that I started my future career.
The tomorrows seller.
I already said that she was beautiful too much?
Said?
Okay.
She would never be
Makes us better and forces us to grow up.
When you see, you are stronger, smarter, tougher, evolved.
Today you say: heartbroken.
One day you'll say:
"metamorphosis"
It was the most beautiful setting sun of my life.
The lights, the colors,
the fire, the clouds.
Where did everyone go?
I could swear they were all over there.
Walking, working, dating,
having a good time.
Am I dreaming and I don't know?
Every that I loved,
Every that I hated,
Every that I did not know,
Where did everyone go?
Where? I keep wondering.
Where? As if I didn't already know the answer.
Where? I should really leave this place, but.
Where? Where should I go?
I run away just to maybe forget all of them.
I begin to scream and scream just to maybe destroy everything.
I'm freaking out and it's easy to see.
I'm losing my
You are the scourge of society by mrTLS, literature
Literature
You are the scourge of society
I'm the scourge of society.
I have nothing in my pockets,
no one beside me,
and I'm talking to myself.
Walking, planning, hating.
I'm leaving this place,
with a fixed idea in my head.
"I'll be back."
I tried to do it the right way.
I tried, I swear.
But they think we are unimportant too much.
And it makes me mad.
Because they are laughing now.
Dressed on our sweat.
Stepping on our hopes.
With their pockets full of our money.
You can watch.
But I want you follow me.
A bit of disorder will make us feel better.
Tell your friends.
I'm the scourge of society.
Don't give me attention.
Give me revolution.
It's all I need for n
Don't let her whisper your name. by mrTLS, literature
Literature
Don't let her whisper your name.
I would be lying if I said I forgot.
Lying, if I said I don't want to feel it again.
It's irresistible.
It's uncontrollable.
It's almost unexplainable.
It's our dance.
I never had to teach.
She never needed to learn.
The synchrony was always perfect.
From the first second to the last one.
Every single time.
A simple touch,
a simple breath,
a simple desire,
and the world would explode.
So we were in a universe apart.
Dancing, an unknown song.
We never rehearsed it, it never went wrong.
It's just like I said.
The synchrony was always perfect.
As if we could feel each other.
As if we were created for each other.
Do you beli
I'm not listening to them,
but they are saying.
Take a breath and relax,
everything is gonna be alright.
They are always saying,
words of a good future.
But I got a feeling.
Nothing is gonna be alright.
If you look at me,
you will notice.
I'm sure.
Just let me sleep.
'cause when I sleep.
I dream.
And when I dream.
I am happy.
Happy 'cause I know new places out of here.
Happy 'cause the people are as it should be.
Happy 'cause sometimes you're still with me.
If you look at me,
you will notice.
I will be smiling.
Just let me sleep,
and maybe then, everything is gonna be alright.
Say good night.
Sitting like a king,
but unwilling to give orders.
Just staring the reality.
Over and over again.
I want to leave,
but I can not move.
So I hear the sounds.
Over and over again.
The same sounds.
The same voices.
The same places.
The same same.
I dream awake,
while I wait for you.
It's my best hobby,
when the time is trying to kill me.
Come quick,
and do something.
This torture is destroying me.
Over and over again.
The same sounds.
The same voices.
The same places.
The same same.
Come quick.
And destroy everything around me.
And build everything around me.
I will smile of pleasure.
Make me feel good.
Make me
I can look.
I can feel.
I can even touch, but never have.
And that's what makes me sad.
Even on cold nights like that,
this bed never seemed so wide.
We are so close,
so far.
I can even touch, but never have.
And THAT'S
what makes me sad.
Because she's away.
2000 light years away.
Her body is all mine, but her mind
is away.
2000 light years away.
Don't let her whisper your name. by mrTLS, literature
Literature
Don't let her whisper your name.
I would be lying if I said I forgot.
Lying, if I said I don't want to feel it again.
It's irresistible.
It's uncontrollable.
It's almost unexplainable.
It's our dance.
I never had to teach.
She never needed to learn.
The synchrony was always perfect.
From the first second to the last one.
Every single time.
A simple touch,
a simple breath,
a simple desire,
and the world would explode.
So we were in a universe apart.
Dancing, an unknown song.
We never rehearsed it, it never went wrong.
It's just like I said.
The synchrony was always perfect.
As if we could feel each other.
As if we were created for each other.
Do you beli
In this world,
there are two kinds of people.
Those who see,
and those who feel.
She is beautiful.
She is too beautiful.
But I wouldn't dare to say.
She has heard it all before.
She already lived it all before.
Yes, I know.
She is beautiful.
And she has the power.
You would not resist.
You will say: "Who is that one?"
I will say: "I don't know!"
It's better that way.
Because she is beautiful,
but she cries.
She always cries.
It's what her smile says.
She had problems.
She has problems.
But for now,
she just wanna burn this place.
Her world is not here.
Not with these people.
She deserves something better
and sh
Sitting like a king,
but unwilling to give orders.
Just staring the reality.
Over and over again.
I want to leave,
but I can not move.
So I hear the sounds.
Over and over again.
The same sounds.
The same voices.
The same places.
The same same.
I dream awake,
while I wait for you.
It's my best hobby,
when the time is trying to kill me.
Come quick,
and do something.
This torture is destroying me.
Over and over again.
The same sounds.
The same voices.
The same places.
The same same.
Come quick.
And destroy everything around me.
And build everything around me.
I will smile of pleasure.
Make me feel good.
Make me
Even trying,
I can not remember.
When was the last time I made a new real friend?
Even trying,
I can not remember.
In my dreams,
in almost all,
There are the ones who are untouchable.
Even if I wanted,
I could not replace them.
It's amazing how some few people,
make you feel how if you don't need anyone else.
It's sad when the time and age,
force you to march in the main road.
Don't forget our plans and dreams.
For they are the last things that can keep us together.
Life is destroying us.
Don't forget our plans and dreams.
I'm not crazy,
I don't dream too much.
I just think we're too good for this whole thing.
We are dif
Make us eternal.
'cause I can't do this,
and I don't have more time,
but I trust you.
Make us eternal.
'cause I can't take you with me,
and I can't take my dreams either,
then I ask you.
Make us eternal.
'cause it was a beautiful life,
and can't disappear that way,
so I beg you.
Make us eternal.
'cause we deserve this,
for the good moments,
and for the bad ones too.
Make us a promise.
Smile our comedy,
cry our tragedy,
tell our story.
Make us eternal.
Is there anyone?
Anyone who can hear me?
Anyone who can understand me?
Anyone?
I would not hurt you.
I'm not a bad person.
So let me find you, please.
'cause I'm tired of being alone.
I've been alone all this time.
Since I began to think about you.
Maybe that makes me special.
But I don't want to be special.
So let me find you, please.
'cause I have questions.
And you are the answer.
Maybe even my meaning of life.
I don't care how you look like.
I don't care what language you speak.
If you don't want to come over here.
At least send me a sign of hope.
Anyway, I'll be searching for you.
As far as time and space may allow m
You are the scourge of society by mrTLS, literature
Literature
You are the scourge of society
I'm the scourge of society.
I have nothing in my pockets,
no one beside me,
and I'm talking to myself.
Walking, planning, hating.
I'm leaving this place,
with a fixed idea in my head.
"I'll be back."
I tried to do it the right way.
I tried, I swear.
But they think we are unimportant too much.
And it makes me mad.
Because they are laughing now.
Dressed on our sweat.
Stepping on our hopes.
With their pockets full of our money.
You can watch.
But I want you follow me.
A bit of disorder will make us feel better.
Tell your friends.
I'm the scourge of society.
Don't give me attention.
Give me revolution.
It's all I need for n
It was supposed to be a double-date.
The time has passed and we were still only three.
I didn't want to be alone that day.
So the random was in charge of fixing things.
That's how I failed to know "someone", to know "that one".
That one who would change my life.
I usually stay cool in any situation.
But she was beautiful.
She was beautiful too much.
I was scared.
I would need more than all my luck and good words to have her to me.
That's what I thought in that moment.
And It was in that moment that I started my future career.
The tomorrows seller.
I already said that she was beautiful too much?
Said?
Okay.
She would never be
Makes us better and forces us to grow up.
When you see, you are stronger, smarter, tougher, evolved.
Today you say: heartbroken.
One day you'll say:
"metamorphosis"
Don't let her whisper your name. by mrTLS, literature
Literature
Don't let her whisper your name.
I would be lying if I said I forgot.
Lying, if I said I don't want to feel it again.
It's irresistible.
It's uncontrollable.
It's almost unexplainable.
It's our dance.
I never had to teach.
She never needed to learn.
The synchrony was always perfect.
From the first second to the last one.
Every single time.
A simple touch,
a simple breath,
a simple desire,
and the world would explode.
So we were in a universe apart.
Dancing, an unknown song.
We never rehearsed it, it never went wrong.
It's just like I said.
The synchrony was always perfect.
As if we could feel each other.
As if we were created for each other.
Do you beli
Hello you dumbass. Thanks for the fave on my "The Life-Taking Conspiracy".
And hey, don't forget to send me that long-lost poem you still have with you. It means a lot to me, though I don't know if it sucks (I don't remember much from it ^^').