I like to write poems when I'm sad.
I'm shy when it comes to my writing.
If you only knew how much, honey
I miss hearing your voice,
You would come on the wings of the wind
And you would say a word to me.
By Karla Andrea2 days ago in Poets
Rain on the moon of Mars
and we loved each other in the attics.
Through the window sky, oval,
the clouds were flowing in the month of Mars.
By Karla Andrea4 days ago in Poets
Kissing, ah, kissing, kissing
young people on the streets, in bistros, on railings,
they kiss each other as if they were themselves
The happiness inside me
she's stronger than me, than my bones,
which you scratch at me in a hug
Happily, take me upstairs and hit me
"She is bored and very beautiful
her black hair is upset
her bright hand
he forgot me a long time ago, -
``My hands are in love, alas, my mouth loves them, and behold,
I have found that things are so close to me that
I can scarcely walk among them without hurting myself.
Men, come and go from the souls
Women who love them
It's like he's waiting for them at the door
Good and naive
Ten more women,
By Karla Andrea7 days ago in Poets
Nothing in life is random,
There comes a time when all the debts of the soul are paid.
If you owe too much, you have to pay
By Karla Andrea9 days ago in Poets
I don't want you to heal me
Or save me from my own person.
I don't want to find you
Someone I lost
Long before you.
Today I will address a different topic than what I have posted so far.
It's about the country they come from. Maybe some of you have heard of Romania, maybe others have not.
By Karla Andrea9 days ago in Wander
With you I felt I could reach the sky
Without falling later.
With you I felt like,
whatever may befall,
you will be ready
By Karla Andrea12 days ago in Poets
Happiness is closer
by the one who loves
than the one who hurts
just as much.
he's the one who hurt,