To The Love That Left You. 

When someone mentions her name
a bittersweet weighter
thats fond of bitterness more
falls heavy on your heart
and like a red soft scarf
it owns it
it squeezes it
it chokes it with
parfume trully magical.
Your face may not say much
but your self will smile
as it will travel on a bittersweet
rainbow
thats fond of sweetness more
while in your head
images will invade
almost uninvited
almost...
Bright images of your past and the moments
you shared with her
the memories are so strong that
you can almost feel her smoothness skin
again
pushing against your body
her lips kissing your bursted ones
almost.
You can almost hear her voice,
that smooth
gentle
ecstatic tone
like in those mornings
while you both lie in bed
warming each other
half asleep
half in love
Almost.
Every whisper of hers
is like a classical tone
that vibrates your heart
it sends your stomach in an unpleasant situation
thats is fond of beauty.
It reached beauty,
it grabbs it,
it pulls it close to your nosestrills.
And that happens every time
someone mentions her name.
Aint that a Bitch?

PERFECT:

The word that God created
to make us
feel small.