Stains

A search of pleasure covers my day,

Rainy eyes remember every way.

For too long, I thought I was a mistake,

Thoughts come soon and I don't want to ache.

The desires of a young man, no longer obtained,

And my wishes are fearful, my mind is stained.

When I felt that I was losing it,

I took a word to somebody's soul,

And, surprisingly, I found what I stole;

The meat that I crave,

The skin that I can't hate,

Of a lonely body waving on my direction,

And I'm frustrated to feel an affection,

I can't take this type of complexion,

Anymore...

Anymore...

Ricardo Rodrigues

19-10-2012