Remembrances of a lost love, last part?

Lovely little girl

You are no longer so lovely,

indeed, the feeling can be described as outrageous

thanks to your nonsenses.

My waiver will be signed,
your spirit wil be frozen,
that picture will be hidden,
and no more words will be written in your name.

The shadow of a life of past
that remained for so long
sees a light consume
leftovers of good times that gone bad.

It has turned awkward already
we don't want it to get tougher,
nor find eachother despicable,
but careless one another.

From far away I will see
how your life goes on,
hoping you to remind me loving you,
keeping the good memories of us.

Nevertheless, the message you received
made your pride let you blinded,
I assure there will be no more words,
you made this, nevermore.

Dreaming out loud

Oh Lord! what a punishment

making me dream with the love of my life

when I have not met her, yet.

How I wish this dream could come true,

I'm eager to meet her, I admit

even though perhaps it's not time yet,

in hopes of getting to the day when we finally collide one another.

Until then, there is nothing but to wait, 

patiently focused on living each day

looking forward to be in the right place at the right time

as we are planned to,

that moment when you realize

how you belong to me

and I to you likewise.

Meanwhile, I will have to keep wandering,

standing all the wrongs until I find the right,

knowing I won't settle with less than I deserve.

Remembrances of a lost love part 4

Lovely little girl

here I am in front of a screen

looking for the words I want to say

I recall the good moments,

hence I have to apologize

I know lately how careless I've been

even when there was time for me to show up.

A date, is what I'm talking about,

a moment in time where I ought to think about you.

Indeed I did, however I turned the blind eye

my apologies for that.

Nevertheless, I wouldn't do it in a different way;

although my love for you remains the same,

contacting you doesn't even crosses my mind,

since you were the one who torn us apart.

In spirit of that, there is a song for what I mean, 

as usual, and as you may know,

were lyrics go like

'I know you hate me, well, I miss you too

I know it's way too late, but...'

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As the writer of this blog, I must clarify some things. First of all, the main goal of this blog is to amuse the reader (a.k.a. myself) in spirit of practicing such a foreing language as English.

Coincidentally, as a lover of music, most of inspiration comes from songs which are widely related to life, love and hatred situations, giving me the posibility to find brilliant ideas that make  flow some thoughs and make a pen come to life. 

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Remembrances of a lost love part 3

Lovely little girl

May I write you once more?

Nevermind, I'm not asking for your permission.

Being so far from you

makes me joy when I remember

that sweet smile and staring glance,

you used to hold in front of me.

Those gorgeous green eyes

decorating your tender sight

in companionship with a tiny grin,

Oh! how I want them back.

At least there is a way

as similar as reality,

having you in my dreams

even when is just once in a while.

Smile back when I dream you do,

being in an unconscious state...

The only better than that,

is waking up with a fresh memory of what happened.

Letters to nowhere entry 05

Oh Sweetheart!
Seems like I'll write you no longer,
at least for a while.

Unfortunately, pretty girl
I find out I have to abandon this path
before this turns tough,
I shall not carry on.

It is time for me
to wander around
and give you the chance
to let me know how much I mean.

Your grin will remain in my dreams
and your sight will stand as well still,
but from this side of the wall
I say, will insist no more

I can not stand you to take over my head
neither wait lots I can,
the only way out I find
is take a step back, and wait for your call.

That song will not stop playing
the rythm I like the better
saying to you, where have you been
I wonder if I'll ever see you again.

Remembrances of a lost love part 2

Lovely little girl

Why are you thinking of me?

I saw you today, or at least I thought I did.

A silhouette that drew your very same figure

showed up upon me.

For a moment I stared wondering if this were yours,

when I realized was not likely

and figured out was just someone quite similar.

It's your fault, I'm afraid

because, the fact that you are certaintly thinking of me

makes my mind keep thinking of you.

Drives me glad, nevertheless

knowing that perhaps you still have me deep inside your heart

as you used to do.

Did I tell you this happened before?

Was at some sort of show

I could've sworn you were there

until I noticed you were not.

Always a pleasure

having you like this.

A fleeting love

"Like a shooting star, flying across the room"

out of space and out of sight, 

it lasted just a moment

what a fleeting love.

There are times like this late-dawn,

Staring eyes in a lonely aisle,

A few seconds were enough

there'll be grins throughout the day.

I do moan, yell to myself,

why got numb in a moment like that?

knowing I'll never see you again,

but there is no space for a regret.

Life goes on, 

and on, and on,

but your smile,

forget I shall not.

Remains nothing but the joy

of to glance a glimpse of love

darling, I may say that I am glad

about having this fleeting one. 

Letters to nowhere entry 04

Oh sweet sugar!

I have to admit

was about to sign a waiver,

you gave not a single trace.

Suddenly I found out

you were still alive,

such a relief, I felt

by knowing that of me you have not forget, yet.

Still we are mere acquaintances,
by now will remain that way, I suppose
but I look forward to the day
when our thoughts aim at the same.

May I confess?
my words for you are well rehearsed,
Non romantic,
 neither random, nonetheless.

Don't flatter yourself, however,

you are still not that valuable,
as it is mentioned afore,
we are barely newly knowns.

For the nonce,
all I have is nothing but a ghost of you,
the same scary one that dove once into my dreams,
will it be a second time?

Remembrances of a lost love

Lovely little girl,

It's been a while since last time I had you in my thoughts,

was just a matter of scent,

Yes, scent, because that was what reminded me of thee.

It took me nothing but a few sniffs

to realize it was the smell of you,

or, at least how I remember it used to be.

A tiny smile was drawn on my face

at the very moment I perceived,

down the history of my sense of smell,

there were someone quite familiar.

A joyful remembrance of a love of past

it suddenly made my soul rejoice,

even though I know nothing of your days now

my love for you stands the same.

Loathe me not! I claim, old love

if neither you know any about I,

I'd rather love you in the distance
than ignore you in the nearness.

Letters to nowhere entry 03

Oh honey!

I've been thinking about you recently,

wondering where you are,

whether you even remember my name.

I tried to get to you lately,

unfortunately I found no answer,

I like to think perhaps you are dove on yourself.

To insist is not my style,

I'd rather hold on patiently

for you, darling, to show up.

My days are spent hoping you to do it

more sooner than later

or at least before I forget about it.

I would like to get to know you

there is something I feel

that claims to my soul, don't let her go.

Without understanding what it means

somewhat I know for sure

I've been through this before.

Letters to nowhere entry 02

Oh Darling!

It eases my mind to keep you in my thoughts

My pulse speeds up

in the moment I sense

I feel you around, my confession to make

I am aware, nevertheless

your heart  is not mine

at least, nowadays.

An ounce of my past is surrounding my head

there are some memories

I don't want to forget.

Those are the ones, they keep me awake

I want to moan not

neither make us mourn.

In spirit of that, my thoughts yours they are

your love still not mine

as simple as that. 

Letters to nowhere entry 01

Oh dear!

I was afraid of writing about you.

I do not want to have you this much in my thoughts

with the fear of being overwhelmed by this pictures of you,

they keep spinning around my head.

How can this be possible, even conceivable?

I barely know your name, 

I can't quite remember you smell but your smile.

Perhaps I do know the how,

owing to that warmth embrace you gave to me

the very first time we met each other.

Without knowing whether you meant it or not,

that moment remains tender,

stands still within my memory.

I patiently look forward to

the moment when that smile 

will be drawn ahead of me

and that embrace will be felt once more.