May 30 2 008

I do not want … without you

Published by Marisol at 12:29 pm in Listen to me in Silence

I do not want … without you

I do not want to write
I do not want to dream
I do not want to pretend

Because any of you it does to me
He makes me enjoy the freedom
He makes me not have to dream
Because you exist, why I feel you
Because you are real

I do not want to cry
I do not want to lose
I do not want to return

Because I continue next to you
Because we are alone one
Because we deserve it

I do not want to wash
I do not want to spill
No container is opened
For you
I do not want to fly
Because my broken wings are not

I do not want to stick
It is not
I do not want,
Of writing because my time
It is for you,

Maica

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6 comments in “I do not want … without you”

  1. messel On June 02, 2008 at 11:21 am

    Maica, maica, maica, your writing is very deep in the philosophical state.Pero.espero for your happiness that is not linked to the real life., of this so intense form.
    Since (personally I think) to wait to that someone you of, the air that you breathe to continue … is very sad and distressing. jajjajajaj although it happens to alone you in your poetical state.

    PD.guapaaaaaaaaaaaaa.uffff that of the photo that sexy and manly it has

  2. Maicael June 02, 2008 at 10:47 pm

    I it k more like of the photo, it is the freedom sensation
    with this long hair to the wind ;)
    Then when I become deep, will it be for anything?
    Since yes, who is not in love completely
    in its pure state, when you look like a dickhead,
    and you the eyes shine.
    When you happen, without asking for anything in return
    only you give and receive without another need more k that of senrirte live
    and loved.
    I am in love, up to the trankas.
    Kisses mess beauty:*

  3. confuncioel On June 03, 2008 at 11:45 pm

    Congratulations maica … beautiful poem. You express hotly and it forces a feeling that even at the risk of which they could damage a kidney to you is a part of the real life, I personally am partial to that to be vehement in everything what one does even at the risk of evil goes out idle, but and if it goes out for you well. waste time, the reward well costs a potosí. joder, la recompensa bien vale un potosí.
    To love this way, how you describe it and to be corresponded, uffff … without words.

  4. messel On June 05, 2008 at 12:28 am

    You put yourself deep why you are in love ….y this sensation it is very important, we all deserve of her.
    But … mmmm up to not controlling? I believe that the love feeds on love.
    One is happy, when it is corresponded.
    It is continued, when the love makes sense, torn open but with sense.
    Everything else is to suffer free,

  5. Epsiloel June 30, 2008 at 12:47 pm

    I had not stopped in this writing. And do I wonder, but it can go so far as to exist such feelings? I, particularly, believe that if, but it has Utopian dyes. Nevertheless it would be ideal to live in this state. Pero Maica, the gatecrasher do not leave it, that later will join heaps of clothes to you. Yo, particularmente, creo que si, pero tiene tintes utópicos. No obstante sería ideal vivir en ese estado. Pero Maica, la colada no la dejes, que despues se te juntará montones de ropa.

    Very well, if, it is the idyllic state, by half or I complete? Your singing is a prayer to the love. but? Is it corresponded? pero? Es correspondido?

    If this way out, congratulations Maica, because also I would like feeling sleepy … because it is only a sleep.

  6. Maicael July 01, 2008 at 1:38 pm

    Since speaking about gatecrasher
    I have not stopped washing jajajaja
    of course the past, for k now is more limpito
    Sometimes there are printed sensations
    I like to write that my feelings it should be in the state k be
    Thank you Epsilo for writing and leaving your sand granite
    Kisses:*

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