The past is the past

For some reason or other you cross roads with me. Captivating me with your unique beauty and feminity. What's in your eyes that always draw my attention?. Suddenly I can get no you out my thoughts. It is that sexiness and cuteness you irradiate like a warm sunny afternoon. It feels so good. As in always the more I want you near me. Deliberately, the fall of my Limerence bring the anxiety of the stupid decision of telling you my feelings. Still takes me a lot of time to realize I need to man up or the outcome is dead if I fail or paradise if I win. When I totally get ground the paradigm is that you fly away. So far by definition I've been getting dead. Dead of love. The only solution is moving on. I need to love me more. Don't feel loser .

I hate ugly women

Vroom vroom

Hear the "vroom vroom" of my auburn world. Double ration of common reality, from a spot in my room, a first row just for me.

I hear my heart's "vroom vroom". Can't get out this little earworm of you.

I hear the "vroom vroom" in the station from the last train that doesn't want to leave.

I know there's something burning, there's a fire pit in me.
My blood is poisoned with the time I have left.
That the old devil takes me away. The one who resides in my Gray mirror.

Hoisting my black flag with its skull, i want to come to heaven climbing through your hips. I stop half way to rest with you.

My heart without you
My corazon without you

I hear the a song's "big bang". A universe wanting to be born.
I hear a so "vroom" from my interior world, And i like it sounds very good!

I like the "vroom vroom"
I like my "vroom vroom"