Only You

If not for you,
I wouldn't cry so much, and not smile then.

If not for you,
I wouldn't want to die, and live intensely with you.

If not for you,
I wouldn't wrestle and seek peace that I only find in you.

If not for you,
My world was only darkness, but I have you like the sunshine in my life.

If not for you,
I wouldn't cry, neither wrestle, either die
But I also would never live intensely what I live only with you and I will live only once.

Author: Dan Oak

Disappointments

How to look back and see that one day we had the full conviction that it would be different?

Never is different, it is always the same,
The same feelings, a few certainties and doubts dormant.

There is nothing to change,
Nobody gives value if you show your feelings in a different way.

As to believe that the next person will understand what we feel?

Would make my worst nightmares to protect someone, even though this insane idea was wrong and against what you all think
Never so easily release someone so, before I throw me away.

And therefore, the individualism seems the only solution.

Author: Dan Oak

The Search

I try, I'm always searching.
For something that I don't know set,
It's all so far, nothing that I want.

A person who can't express opinions, because it is constantly being judged, and almost always damned...
And so acquiring traumas.

I keep searching,
This time by matters that almost never interest me.
By superfluous things, in an attempt to find happiness in small pleasures dead.

It is difficult to continue
But I'm still searching,
Looking for something to show me the value I had on life.

And I find the happiness,
The last moments when happiness smiled at me while holding in my hand revealed to me all his glory on the other side of this great journey.

Author: Dan Oak

Doubts

Is there a light at the end of the tunnel?
Where can I find it?
What to do with this heart-sickening?
Let it suffering for being part of life or soften their suffering with irreversible acts?
Worth living?
How can we take life so seriously since there will live it?
When it all will end?

Once again in my boring monologue in the dawn alone, I realize that there aren't many outputs.
That we can't have what we want, that there aren't a person entirely happy.
I Stop, think, write,
And really expose what I feel in a whirlwind of words stunned exits a bruise heart, while ordinary people lead their poor lives following the patterns and trends that society imposes on them to be taken as sociable.
Well, it is already late, and there is nothing more to do... Not even sleep.

Author: Dan Oak

Emotional Weakness

Why do we always thought that the right person is who is with us?
Why do we always believe in certain promises that never come to pass?
It is so easy to make sure that something will be forever,
And so difficult to accept the end when ever gave what it had to give...

It is so easy to fall in love and get carried away by the irrationality of feeling,
And it's so hard to accept that everything has an end, and it all ends.

It is easy to read texts and more texts exposing painful feelings,
But the difficult is to put these feelings on paper.

Why do we always get involved so much?
We trust too much, love too, so that too much?
One day comes the grief, the disappointment, the anguish...
Why then expose both something that perhaps not worth?

Weak by nature.

Author: Dan Oak

Don't be surprised when I don't correspond as much as before,
When not feel or look you at Similarly,
When you realize who died what was already buried,
And see that not even the desire survived,
That love couldn't resist and my world has drowned in his own blood.

Author: Dan Oak

Lost Lovers

By trying to hide the pain
By wanting to make a difference
I could not avoid the love
I had no escape as the sentence

I chose certain paths by the wrong people
The certain people never attended in my life
And though I think along this road
I can only see an exit

Despite the oddities that I had tried to commit
Eye at the past and I see that I did wrong
I was thinking about what still had to do
I was remembering a love not-healed

I lost my time with people insignificant
Before the seclusion than suffering
Amid the suffocating love
I can still nurture the same feelings

Author: Dan Oak