First Encounter

I met her on a November day, I was working as a painter at a hotel. I came to the Front Desk to ask for the keys to open up the maintenance room. I remember seeing her blonde sunny hair rise up with her stature, she looked as if saying: "what? what do you want?". I asked shyly, "maintenance keys?" She stood up now completely, and she was the statue of liberty to me; glancing down at everyone, beautiful and tall, I was taken by her freshness. I said, again, "the keys for the maintenance room?". She looked down, picked a key chain and gave it to me, I asked, "do you know which key it is?" She now lowered her face, as if  saying: "are you serious?" if she had had glasses, she would've done the move where you bring down your glasses a little and look through the top part, raising an eyebrow. I smiled nervously, "hehe ehh.." She grabbed one, and handed it back to me. I was glad the Front Desk was tall, it hid my embarrassment for how nervous she had made me feel. I walked out quickly, a hot and tingling sensation went across my stomach. Till this day, I have that face photographed in my heart. White skin just as that first drop of snowflakes, eyes 
that had history, pain yet bold and brave, they pierced right through you, and the most caring soft camellia color lips. Don't know her name, she wasn't wearing a name tag, but no name could ever describe the beauty she embraced.
Pretty Eyes- Alex Goot 

Stupid Monkey

I wish I could read what you were thinking
like a script knowing what each scene had to offer
To know what was behind those green eyes
To know how your white-skin reacts to the sound of my voice
But I can never be completely sure, unless I ask you
something that will never happen,
not at least till I am over feeling this way about you
I can only imagine, and 
make assumptions out of the way you act in front of me
I love hugging you, and not because I enjoy being near you
but to let you know that I am above all, a friend to you
will always be here for you
Your friendship is one that I value more than riches
You are loyal, maybe not such a warm person, but
through everything you've gone through you are as close to honey
in sweetness as you could possibly get
I know how hard it is to show affection,
that you care,
since that means opening up,
letting someone see that you actually care about them
and so I thank you for your appreciation
for all those moments you showed me who you are
and how truly big your heart is
You are the best friend I could ever ask for
and sorry that sometimes I fall in love with who you are
But you my friend are one of a kind
one that I will never get to re-live, or meet again
and for that I value you more than life

irmã, meu amor

How do I tell you we have nothing in common,

not anymore at least.

How do I tell myself that we no longer are connected?

How do I process this break-up without it ever being one?

you are somewhere else right now, 

we're both in two different places, wanting different things

How can I be close to you, how can we be as we use to, if...

You can't share things with me as you use to

It's not that there's no trust, 

It's just there's too much of it,

and we're honest enough to see it

see that we no longer have anything in common other than we're family

I remember our childhood, and my heart jumps of joy

then sinks down again as a wave colliding down unto the sand

realizing that those were past memories, no longer are we there

but we're here.

Here where you have your own life, and I have mine.

There's this imaginary line that none of us made, 

but it's there

we don't name it, or call it as it is, but we know its there

You are my sister, and always will be

I am hoping that life gives us a second chance,

and that we will once again have things in common to share as we use to,

to bring back our relationship afloat.

but that's just me hoping...

I may be strong but Jesus do I overthink, making my decisions weak.

You were my mediator, you were curt, you were the ice-breaker

oh how i wish to have you back,

that person that would tell me everything with complete trust.

I lost you and I don't even know when,

I think we both lost ourselves in the process of "growing-up" 

and it wouldn't be fair for me to stand and judge how you are growing,

both of our processes are different, and I only hope that they work.

I hope that you have the strength to dig deep inside you, 

and pull that person that I met in my childhood

Oh, I wish you the best,

yes I do

I wish you all good things.

The Weepies- All Good Things