With That Kiss

And so, with that deep kiss all my memories come back. All those dreams and memories which I hide in the abyss of my heart, come back to surface once again, those dreams of you, those memories of me and you. That Smile that time cannot erase, and I wonder if you still remember the way you smiled that day. I could hear your laugh, resounding with shy, as you hided behind that wall of ice. You always had to do that (why?), but even so, I could see you, I could hear you, for nothing can stop me, when I want something about you.

Then now I wonder if you remember what you felt back then and also if you could felt what I felt too…

Now my memories are back, like this pumping blood running across these chains among my old heart. I still count my black feathers as they fall, and see the two me, the one that became cold like ice, a real ice, not a simple wall but a pure cold skin, and the other one that wake up just now, the one that has been sleeping for long, long time. I still remember your black wings and they still seems so sweet for me, so dear…that there’s still a feeling, a need of protecting them, protecting you from every harm, for I know that even when you try to seem harsh and rude, deep inside you, there’s a girl that sometimes cry all alone…as you did in past, when you remained alone and tied.

I can remember how you looked at me like thinking “what are this idiot trying to do? ” and even so I still tried to make you smile, I know you could, not sarcastic but sweet, and yet you still tried to hide it. So hard…never give up, but that’s okay, it’s that for what I love you so deep, even with a big scar in my chest…

Now I wonder once again, almost the third, if I have to seal all this emotions and feelings back inside, with the most fierce chains ‘till they die or if I have to give them the chance…a chance to let them show me, let them give me The Chance, of seeing once again that cute smile.

With that Kiss…
Jump over me, caress my skin with your fingertips…through my throat, my face, my lips, my whole…burning skin, warm deep from within…to grab me from my hands, and so I grab you back…but yes, if I do that I could never let you go, for I want to feel you to deepest halls of your very black heart…

I know that someone have called you sexy, gorgeous, hot…but did someone called you beautiful?...maybe yes, maybe not…

Here I’m, in the land of the morning star, and I know that sooner or later I could go back to my ice prison, but deep inside, maybe, I’m still the same child…if you let me I can be your key…and do everything for you even if you treat me cold like winter (I really love winter).

I still want to embrace you, Beautiful…

I remain yours
Only you can call me yours.

The Dark Angel</b>

*Schau mal! it’s a life watch, it’s counting my time and yours as well. But it’s a shame there’s too little time for us, and so much things to do and to say. Take me, I don’t want you to disappear, so use my whole body if you need it, I’ll help you to retrieve your memories. Your tears are such a cruel pain, the fear in your eyes break my chest, worst than a burning spike…I don’t want to see once again that face that break all my heart in little pieces…it’s such a unbearable sin, that those cruel crystals fall down your face and break your dear eyes.*