What else

“What else? She is so beautiful.
You don’t get tired of looking at her.
You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is.
She is funny without ever being mean.
I love her.
I am so lucky to love her, Van Houten.
You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you.
I like my choices.
I hope she likes hers.”

#poesias#johngreen#ingles 678

Mensagens Relacionadas

Você disse que me amava Por que você me deixou totalmente sozinho

Você disse que me amava
Por que você me deixou totalmente sozinho?
Agora você diz que precisa de mim
Quando você me chama no telefone
Garota, eu me recuso, você provavelmente m…

(…Continue Lendo…)

#poesias#theneighbourhood#ingles
Close my eyes and tell you what I

Close my eyes and tell you what I

Close my eyes and tell you what I see
I see her all around me
Hearts and eyes moving
Birds and flowers, flying, falling
Nature! Peace! and you;
Right next to me

#poesias#rime#ingles

You do not have to love what is

“You do not have to love what is going on in your life, but you must accept that it, whatever it is, is going on. As long as you do not accept reality, you are powerless to define the role you will play.”

(…Continue Lendo…)

#poesias#ingles#iyanlavanzant

I wanted his body more than anyone and your soul more anyone I wanted your love I search your love tried to break the ice and all I got was this

I wanted his body more than anyone
and your soul more anyone
I wanted your love
I search your love
tried to break the ice
and all I got was this
was comical
o…

(…Continue Lendo…)

#ingles#tequilla#poesias

I speak of love that comes to mind: The moon is faithful, although blind; She moves in thought she cannot speak. Perfect care has made her bleak.

I speak of love that comes to mind:
The moon is faithful, although blind;
She moves in thought she cannot speak.
Perfect care has made her bleak.
I never dreamed the sea so dee…

(…Continue Lendo…)

#poesias#allenginsberg#ingles
Waiting

Waiting

Waiting
But why?
What were the reasons
You give me
the seasons you take
the spirit i have
the hands i burn
Without nothing in return

#poesias#joaofigueiredo#ingles