A Lacking Thank You Note

I wanna write you something but I can't figure out what.

A thank you note, or something. Anything to make you smile.

I keep thinking about the things we did together.

I keep thinking how much fun we have with each other and how I never want it to end.

I want to remind you every day that your makeup is irrelevant to how beautiful you really are.

I want you to know that at the end of every night even if you're in pajamas you're still the best looking girl in the night.

When you go to bed I want you to at least pretend that I just whispered a good night in your ear and gave you a kiss on your head.

When you wake up I want you to hear my good morning and feel special for the rest of the day.

And when you're scared, I want you to remember that i'll always be here. Even if i'm not.

I want you to remember the kids birthday party we went to, and playing catch.

I want you to remember the puzzles and the smart-ass comments and the mall.

And I want you to never forget how awkward we dance but how much fun we have doing it.

Soon i'll be there, and you won't have to be anxious anymore

And i'll bring with me tiffany's and kitten rugs and blank sofas and markers.

We're getting us a car so we can go to drive-ins and see weird things and go on vacations.

I don't really care where we go or who we see, as long as I make you as happy as you make me.

You're my family, and my best friend, and anything you want to be.

And I love you, unconditionally.

Where you are, the musics better.

Colors are vivid, moving pictures are more exciting.

Sand is thinner, and I don't owe anyone a greeting.

The grass is greener, and i'm never scared.

And i'll wake up right next to you every day.

All I know is that your love does me no pain.

Where you are the sun is always shining and i'll be there soon.

Até por que, i'm really tired of the rain.

Cafés In Paris

I've stepped into strange places in my life, in even stranger times.

And I've come to tell you that you're the only sign of life on a desert.

And i'm the sand keeping you warm during it's cold nights.

I'm the canvas to a painting, and you're the color.

I might go as far as saying you're the most important thing in my life.

You make me worry and fear about things I've never given thought to before

And for some reason I don't think thats bad.

I want to sleep with you, and wake up next to you.

I want to hold you tight until you toss and turn in bed out of my reach.

But i'll always wake up because my arms will miss you.

I'll watch the most uninteresting movies and listen to the most obnoxious music.

And i'll do it just for you, even if I make fun of it, I like pleasing you.

As cliché as it seems I love your smile.

I love your laughter and I love the strange high pitched noises you make when you're lazy

And I love the way you look at me when you get jealous or when I say I love those things.

But my most comforting love for you, the one that puts a smile on my face

Is when you look at me when you realize how much you love me.

It makes life worth living. You make life worth living.

The little things we do, the talks we have about life and the quiet moments too.

All the care and time and patience we've put into this, that makes life worth living.

I haven't written too much, but now I write a lot.

Even having so much to say I can never find the right adjectives.

I've spent all of them on trying to impress you when we first met.

But in my daydreams I don't need words, I just need images.

And those are always easier for me, it's just who I am.

I imagine us in strange settings, In cafés in Paris even though I hate France.

And it's raining, no, it's pouring out. And you're as beautiful as ever.

We're having coffee and we put our elbows on the table and our hands on our faces

And stare at each other like the cheesiest couple ever seen, others follow.

We lean over to kiss, we always do, and my daydream ends.

It's obnoxious how, things always abruptly end my daydreams.

I always have something to do, something I can't put off for a couple more minutes.

My daydreams though, they're humble.

Things like painting the walls of our apartment, or you begging me to take out the trash.

Things like you coming home tired and in need of attention and care.

I daydream of things with relatively no importance to most people.

Like sitting on the floor and drawing random things together.

And you could ask me for help, and I could ask you for help.

We could lay down on erasers and pencils and things like that.

And I could show you the stars I painted on our ceiling to surprise you today.

In my distance from you I've come to realize that couples close to each other

They just don't realize how lucky they are to have simple things like that.

They don't realize how nice it is to spend a weekend watching movies in the dark

Cuddling and wondering what the other is thinking.

They take for granted the simple things in life, things you made me remember the existence of.

I admit I spend my days listening to cheesy songs, they remind me of you.

I miss you, some days more than others. Some days way more. This is one of them.

I admit you encourage me to be more ambitious and have more knowledge.

The more I do the more we have to talk about at the end of the day.

I just wish I could always say everything I need to, to you, so I don't feel bad in the morning.

Just because, I always have more to say, and more smiles to put on your face. I love you.

New Years

I want you to know that, you make me happy.

That if you can't cook, I don't mind pretending it tastes good.

If you need someone to keep you from being alone, i'm here.

I'm slowly running out of words to tell you how much I love you.

I can't find slow songs with sweet lyrics, I wish I could.

I wish you were here, sometimes I miss you more than usual and it makes my soul a little restless.

Sometimes I wish I could be the first thing you see everyday when you wake up.

I want to be able to write pages and pages and pages.

To assure myself that you won't find out about the lack of words and notice i'm improvising, and think i'm just forcing myself to do this.

I've told you before, I don't feel obligated to do anything.

And if i do it, it's simply because I love you.

I want to show you the world from time to time.

Not because i'm curious about it, just because I want it to know i'm me and you're you and no one could ever make me happier.

This is the year we wont be so far away anymore. The year you'll always have someone who's the for you, the year I've found everything I need in my life. It might be the year we marry, it might be the year we live together. It might be the start of our lives.

It might be a couple of laughs, it might end with getting mugged in Copacabana.

Whatever it may be i'm just glad you'll be in it.

I Give Up On Poetry, It's Frustrating.

Having a voice's worth more than a soul, when you've sold that off for love and rock&roll.

It doesn't matter, let it be. Today there's nothing wrong with me.

And when they come and when they lay, we'll wait for sleep and get away.

These words that flow straight from my lips, they'll jump on paper like vivid ticks.

And when this stops making sense turn it over to side B, this is how I get you to fall in love with me.

I hate poetry, all the rhyme.

It's all too planned, no freedom aligned.

It seems to happen, I think I can

Put a smile on your lips, and a quarter in this can.

With all the talk about "the flow", if I got this skill I just don't know.

I think finally my sky has found a star.

In between the silly smiles and the planned nerd, food, paint wars.

Still got some skills i'm yet to hone.

But I can safely say, where you are is where i'll call home.

And fuck, I can't find anything that goes with "I love you".

I give up on poetry, it's frustrating.

Gifts

Couldn't give you a better gift for the month, I promise i'll get something better than this next month:

Baby I must admit, I miss you so it hurts.

Wish I were around for your ups and your downs.

Kiss your smiles and your frowns.

And if you were ever to cry, if for a sad motive or your strange scary movies.

I'd like to be there to wipe the tears from your face and kiss your nose.

Wanna be there for when you're being cute, hug you.

Sweetheart you're my muse.

Every line I write or draw I dedicate to you.

When I wake up my plans have you in them.

When I stop talking to you, I lay down and think about all the things I could have said, and didn't.

I think after that how much easier it would be if I could just be right in front of you.

I wouldn't say much, but you'd know how I feel, always.

I'd like to know how to start or end these things I say.

But I honestly can't, it just comes to mind and I wish you were here.

I really do, more than anything.

Or actually, I wish I were there.

I don't mind hiding under your bed.

That's all.

These Three Words

Pardon my lazy eyes, they are recovering from my shattered bones.

Pardon my dragged talk, it comes from the lungs that once held back.

I miss you deary, i'd like to say it doesn't bother me but it does.

Every minute of every hour of every day, I feel a burning need.

You couldn't figure out what the tone of my voice would be at this precise moment, writing things has that one particular drawback. But I can say it isn't joking like it usually is, it's sincere. I'm not too good with imagery, but I can say this is one of those moments where I wish I could hug you.

Allow me to rant, please.

I do it every night, I don't know how you don't get tired but I can't help it.

Excuse my compliments to you, it's just that you have no idea just how much you mean to me.

The overall time you came in into my life, and all these other things I can't find words to explain.

I don't want the I Love You to seem repetitive to you, to anyone else it can seem, but not you.

I say it a lot, I know this. But I can't help it, it explodes inside me everyday.

Now I know how fireworks engineers feel minutes before the new years.

If ever you feel as though I've slowed down, or no longer feel excitement.

Don't ever worry about these things. I've got big plans for us.

It's a difficult situation for me, taking away the training wheels from this bike.

But your words comfort me, they really do.

They repeat in my mind, from the second I wake up.

In the end, that's why I can't stop saying those three words. Because you're helping me get through the days. I love you.

Raindrop

Little Raindrop was born on the month of March, at a rainy morning.

His daddy was a healthy man born in the late night thunderstorm.

His ma was a Sunday morning shower, who contented herself on giving couples excuses to not leave the house and just stay in together.

They had met on the ground, as his dad was going down through the gutter in the middle of the crowd on a Boston street he had noticed Raindrops ma sitting there pretty on a cars window. He didn't muster up the courage to go do anything, so she had to be the one to fall down on the ground and come to his lovestruck aide.

I don't need to go on with this part, because this is Raindrops story, not theirs.

Little Raindrop was always an adventurous fellow, he would spend his days going about the entire city block from streets to sewers to any other place where water was welcomed. His fragility didn't bother him one bit, for he feared not the things that could kill him, but the things that blocked his life's roads. The lack of progress was Raindrops main fear at a young age, until he met Bubble. By this point in his life he would never be the same.

The story of Raindrop and Bubble, is as cliché as any other, but thats how it always happens.

He was sitting out on front a convenience store, it had been a rainy April afternoon. And across from him there was an old woman washing her clothes the old fashioned way. He was impressed at her fury towards the clothes as if she were discounting her problems on those poor unaware pieces of cotton fabric that just wanted to serve their purpose without any domestic violence.

With all her fury, bubbles started forming, and one rebelled. Her name was Bubble, and she had been born from an abusive relationship between an old woman and some pieces of fabric. Though Raindrop'll tell you she never enjoyed discussing her past.

Now as far as the rest of the story goes, nothing special happens. At least not to you, reader. Mainly because, despite the odds of such a thing happening, it doesn't stop this from not being Hollywood. Raindrop doesn't fuck up (he loves her too much to do so). Bubble doesn't get her heart broken, doesn't break his heart. They just stay together, enjoying each others company, meeting under the rainbows in the Spring showers. There are no villains who attempt to break them apart, there are no bored souls trying to take advantage of Bubble when she is saddened by a fight with Raindrop, and the same goes for him. Then again there are no fights, they have yet to find a reason to be that way.

This is just how it goes. You can't blame me for them having struck gold.

If anything, shame on you for expecting so much from water based things.

The Daydream That Counts Words

'Till I see you i'll daydream, i'll daydream about the days we'll spend together.

My heart will race, my insides will freeze up. Time will stop, and i'll walk away from myself for a second to observe it.

Possibly, i'll get nervous and ahead of myself. And in that situation, say things that will go beyond what I want to say, that might make you smile, that might make me comfortable.

No one will watch us, because they'll be paying attention to other things in their world. But i'll always feel like they do. And i'll shy away, turn into a wave, come back and maybe kiss you.

I'll hunt for your smiles, I don't need to but i'll try extra hard to be one of the greatest things that happened in your life. I'll surrender to every single desire you may have, I might give in and fall for you.

I'll beg for the winters to come by quick, so I can have a good excuse for us to stay in.

I'll admit to summer as being times we do spectacular things together, and spring and fall will fit into our schedules somehow, we'll try.

But in the end year round the fact is, you just get better.

On rainy days i'll spend my time trying to find good words to sway you.

And we can save the sunny days for doing laundry.

Because our inside jokes just never cease to put a smile on me.

Overall without trying to put weight on your shoulders i'll put down my heavy shields for a second and say you are the best reason for getting up in the morning i've had in many years.

When I get by with a little help from my friends and feel at 99%, you come by and add one more.

I still get the feeling that you make me think anything is possible no matter how insane it seems. And I enjoy that, I enjoy that the most. Or it's tied, possibly tied with other things I completely adore about you and who you are. I'll bring you into my little world, because of all this, and i'll spill out more of these silly sounding words.

And despite the past 392 words, I can't bring myself to say 3 more without you being around.

Nerds

Do que me adianta essa saudade
Que quando bate e rebate
Me deixa desesperado, sem chao.
E quando volta, haja coracao.
Me agradam seus sorrisos, o seu jeito maravilhoso de ser. E o que me mata nao é fica distante e sim ficar sem te ver. A distancia perto de ficar sem contato aliás, até tem cara de paraíso perto disso.

À imaginação agrada a idéia de ficar com você na praia com o nascer do sol e nossos desenhos na areia. Uma mão minha que encontra uma sua e os sorrisos sem jeito que aparecem brilham como as estrelas que horas atrás faziam fila no céu pra embelezar nossas memórias nos dias que vão vir depois desse.

Pra que me adianta esse sufoco?Que só vai embora no dia que eu te encontrar ao lado da linha vermelha da minha infancia e adolescencia. Quero te mostrar tudo isso.
Meu deus é tanto que quero te mostrar e tão pouco tempo pra ver tudo. Não sei se gasto um pouco desse tempo tentando te impressionar ou emocionar com palavras bonitas que com tempo aprendi.

E eu queria te dizer mais, paginas e paginas de coisas que já foram ditas por poetas melhores e mais velhos que eu. Mais tudo que sai não só já foi dito, mais continua sendo verdade.
Me agrada muito o que sinto por você.