She belongs to me.

She belongs to me,
She is my rib.
God created her for me
While I was asleep.

She will deny it in broad daylight
But under the roof of the night
She’s my moonlight
She was created to put up with me
This fight we fight
She knows how to stand by me
She never gives up on me
Because she knows
She is my girl.

She might at times call me stupid.
Yes! I am her stupid fool
That I don’t know how to love her,
I don’t know how to spoil her,
That is why she was snatched from me.
Yet I have always loved and wanted her
Since the first day I set my eyes on her.

Many think I am perfect for her.
Deep down she knows I’m a wreck
So broken,
Like a pot without a neck
Still she refuses to remold me.
She wants me to acknowledge
That she belongs to me.
So she walks away knowing
That she is my girl.
Still, she belongs to me.

She has taught me many things
With her, I have grown
From many things
Now I’m alone, on my own.
Mama has neglected her only child.
Yet she knows
I belong to her
She is my Mama.

Even though she is not with me,
I write to incite her love for me,
That it may rise in her.
That it wakes her from sleep.
To embrace her warrior spirit.
To fights for us.
That she fights for me.
Oh boy!
I just let the cat out of the bag.

Flower of God

It lies in bloom
like a bride awaiting for her groom
Calm like the lilies.
The flower that God tends.
It blooms in the morning
Singing merry songs in silent.
You could see it dance to the wind's whistles.
The flower that God tends
Knows nothing related to wilting
but hopes for everlasting life.
For it's a creature of grace.
 

I love my life

I love my new life
because its full of life
I feel so alive
like a bee hive
I fly like a butterfly
And sting like a bee
I soar like an eagle
Am more than an equal
Look at my tomorrow,
It's free of sorrow.
Only hope
And positive posibilities
My chances are fat
And deeply dreamt.
I am so happy.
I love my life.

Titto Mutny

I know why the sun cries

I know why the sun cries,
Dies and buries its head all night.
I know why the sun cries,
It is a secret my  mama told me,
It cries because it is lonely,
And got no rainbow on its cloud
It cries because sometimes her friend moon is out.
Leaving her alone by herself all night.
You could see her wipe her tears before sunrise,
Put on a happy face for a new  day,
Showing love hoping to be appreciated.
That is why it takes its frustrations on us at noon.
Because she feels used
And no one cares to reflect her love back.
I know why she goes away all night.
It doesn't matter how elevated one is.
Everyone needs to be loved and appreciated.

Do not fall in love with me.

Do not fall in love with me my love.
Do not want me.
Just enjoy me.
Don't develop any feelings to own me.
I am a passing wind.
With me I bring rain,
With rain I bring rainbows.
With rainbows
I bring happiness in your life.
But do not fall in love with me.
Enjoy those rainbows .
Cherish every kiss.
Cherish every smile I put on your face.
You will always be my princess.
And I, me.
Born to make you happy.
I am a passing wind,
Do not fall in love with me.
I just want to be a rainbow in your cloud.

Damsel

Welcome me in your mind.
And you will hear me in your heart
I haven't fallen in love with your face,
I have fallen in love with you.
Your love is warm like the morning sun
I orbit around.
It warms me slow,
Making me want more.
It drops so fast
I never wanna leave.
Welcome me in your mind
Feel me in your heart.
I will let you climb over my mountain.
I will sail on your boundless sea.
Hit me with your rays
And see how you make me feel
Fear not.
You never disappoint.

Nothing to do with you

There is a burning desire in my heart,
If only I was your friend,
Then I could share it.
But it has nothing to do with you.

I'm burning,
Burning of the fire we ignited together decades ago,
The fire that was supposed to warm us,
Yet here I am alone, burning,
Because you have nothing to do with me.

Have I depreciated too much that I go for free?
I'm I so barren like the biblical fig tree?
That you would rather cut me down, letting me rot,
Because I am not worthy your firewood?
All because you have nothing to do with me?

Keep in mind handsome,
My cross for you is burdensome,
The cross that made our paths cross,
The cross that made us cross.
The cross we all chose.
And now, we have nothing to do with it?

All I need is not much,
Being dead to me will be as much.
No maintenance cost,
No love lost.
That will be greatly appreciated.
As I will have nothing to do with you.

*(Tears of my heart)*