The first other last

I'd fall in love with you again a thousand times
In a thousand different ways,
In a thousand different lives,
In a thousand different places,
A thousand years ago
Or a thousand years from now;
With the same thousand mistakes made
Or with some new thousand more.
I'd do it
and I'd keep hurting you again, every time
A thousand times

Not a poem, but a message.

I just woke up,
Moreover, I dreamt of you
It was nice to see you again,
Saddly it was just artificial
So long, beautiful old times.
Years will pass, making
Our gaps longer
Utter tragedy of mine
Definitely not what I intended
Ending my true happiness,
She will always remind me
I loved her so much,
Remembering what it feels like
Even in the winter time
Every warm beat of my heart.

Hi... I said

Something crushed under my foot as I probably stepped onto another mile, bringing my mind back to consciousness.
Wait, -How far did I walk..., for how long..., where was I?
A coffee bean, my sole revealed.

I realised myself standing in an unknown place of the french city. The streets were narrow and there was no sensible distinction between what the pavement and what the road was, of which its uneven surface made by poorly shaped blackened stones became a stumbling risk for the unwary pedestrian.
Iron light posts elegantly forged and coated in thick black varnish casted a yellowish light besides the early stage of the day and, needed though, as per the low radiation of an overcast winter sky.
And after these realisations needed to relocate myself in space and time due to the aforementioned state of mind I was, I continued to walk without a clear idea as where to go or what to do. I had not walked much until I noticed a few more coffee beans scattered over the street, a bit of an unusual place among tailoring and writing tool's shops.

Not many people on the streets...

An aroma was caught by, an aroma that resulted pleasant to me, surprisingly. The previous coffee findings started to make much more sense. I just followed it, or maybe I let myself be atracted by it. I arrived at the conclusion of a coffee restaurant nearby. I searched...

A small and charming business was the emanating source. I did not have to decide too hard to wish an unusual cup of coffee in my life. I approached. I walked in.
A few round tables and a even less few people in, well decorated and the old wooden floors made the hidden coffee shop a very welcoming place.

Struck by a lighting.

My inside crumbled.

-Hi...

Calamity

When you feel beautiful...
How does it feel?
You, beautiful monster.
It makes me wonder so many things,
Cheat. You cheat nature,
Resembling like an angel.
Yelling at my heart.

Inside.