Heaven and hell.

you’ve tasted heaven 

but still preferred devil’s bed

and i couldn’t open my mouth 

because i knew you would fled;

now i can say that i don’t care.

i don’t care about you 

and our memories, 

every piece of it burned in your red tears. 

please understand

i didn’t mean to hurt you,

but i couldn’t see not a soul growing near to you. 

maybe i loved you or so i believed,

but now i found in heaven 

what i truly need.

my heart is finally home with 

a soul that keeps me warm 

and heals the wounds you’ve reopened (and i never thought i had).

for this and for her goddess smile 

and heavenly laughter,

i know i love her more that i ever loved 

anyone. 

for the warmth in her kisses 

that melted all my coldness

and the words she whispers 

near my ear, 

every time we are sheltered in

mount Olympus.

so please stay in devil’s bed,

because i’m better in heaven with her.

stay away from dead, 

because heaven is mine 

and also hers.