Marriage cake.

[POEM FIVE]

Love isn't love

when it comes about you and me.

Hate is the only thing we experience

when we are both at home.

Being together,

but always apart.

Feeling bad 'cause you're always cheating on me.

And I drive you crazy 'cause I constantly scream.

What happens with our love?

With our lifes?

Because I used to think we would be the King and Queen.

And now we're just plebeians with unfulfilled dreams.

I'm the one who cry 

when you are at work.

The one who make your life impossible 

when you are at home. 

And you always seem to be the nice guy, 

but indeed you're the silent one. 

And who would believe?

That to them I'm the lion and you're the sheep.

Can I?

[POEM FOUR]

Can I be like air?

Flying around the world.

Patiently.

Quietly.

Looking at everyone,

But with no one looking at me.

Knowing their secrets,

Their fears,

Their failures.

To be in control of their lifes,

To know everything to make them cry.

Can I be like fire?

And be the queen of the empire. 

Burning everything I find in my way.

Rising from the ashes. 

And capturing souls with my flames.