“Is that your cheap way of telling me you want to kiss me?”
He looks into my eyes, his dark gaze capturing mine. “Querida, I always want to kiss you.”
Source: Perfect Chemistry
“As I age half dead, without grace, The triumph of the pills and the bills, Shadow, my shadow, my widow, Breathe in, breathe in and breathe out, The signature of stigma as I vaporize in the sun, Into the clouds, my grave, and then rebirth,”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“Roselyn I want to do to you something dark, That only our shadows will remember in silence, Before we fade away along this, Silent side of the moss hidden road, That crawls lazily through the woods, And disappears along with the lamppost in the fog ahead…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“Those French poetries in air, Are her whispers somewhere. The silence she breaks with her smile, And a thousand veils of sadness falls in my heart, With just a glimpse of her…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“Like the wines in those cedar, She never ages an inch, For the time ages in place of her, And so the musk ever present in the garden…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“So again we take this chance to blame, This constant breathing has left us lame. But suicide is a higher understanding of life, And all that triumph is not life’s defeat…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“Lady I know for sure you practice extra hard, To be that humble and naive, For if I was even half as beautiful as you, I’d count the stars as my admirers too, For your pure bloodline belongs to heaven…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“She walks into the best of my dreams, And makes me pregnant with life, With all those alibis in her eyes, And those nonchalant harmless humour, That she unleashes to kill her time, Oh I just get drawn into her circle…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“My fair maiden don’t ask, Don’t ask me about my art. You know better what I suffer from, It’s your gift, your grace, Take it away anytime you want, The words flow when you dance inside my heart. Just like the ink and paper, I am just a medium of expression of your beauty…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“There are a thousand ways to love that I know now, And there are a thousand ways to kiss that I know now, A thousand ways to kneel and hold hands in the dark, But only one woman to feel all this for and that would be her…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism