Not what it seems

 

Nostalgia

Here she comes again
to mistreat me.
It consumes me, choke me,
makes me cry.
I am a hostage to his hands tied,
defenseless.
Make me one more
of his many victims.
Why do you exist, miss?
Only causes me pain ...
But perhaps without you love
lose its meaning.
For everything that is not wanted
loses its value.
And you, miss, you reinforce this desire
want to feel again
what is lost in the distance.
And when love returns
our arms
You changed into affection,
in hugs, kisses on ..
This, longing, perhaps
better definition.

              Talles Braga

                                                       .. I need you

(do blog http://iamtalles.blogspot.com/ )