I have discovered who I am…
Full of defects to eyes that didn’t know how to see me…
Full of ugly and bulging scars for those who knew how to caress them and discover the reason why….
And even my skin, turned sour for those lips that didn’t know the sweetness of a sense…
I have discovered who I am….
The bad cop in the movie or even the thief who steals from the rich….
I smile…I cry…I dream even of what will never be….
I have discovered who I am…
The one who always smiles when you get close….
Who would always want more…but will never confess to you….
I am what your crazy desires…
In my most incredible dreams…
Mixed but not scrambled….
I have discovered who I am…
I’m the one who will always tell you the last I love you of the day…
Even if you can never hear it.
Now… Today…. Always…I know who I am.
I’m the one who says thank you for letting me love you and for letting me love you….
I like sunrises…
Because whether you like it or not…
They always make you sigh…
And if you’re lucky…
And you see them with the right person…
There’s nothing else…
Dreams… fantasies…
And it is, in these passing hours…
They arise in the memory…
Caresses and desires…
I like sunsets….
Because whether you like it or not…
They always give you that sigh…..
And when you see them the right way…..
They’re a caress on the soul….
Maybe because I keep thinking….
That other eyes will look at me the same way…
That fingers will run across my skin…
That some lips will kiss me…
Maybe someday…
Maybe in another life…
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