Squeezing heart

Squeezing heart,

tell me a story...

something soothing, something nice,
something relaxing, something unreal,

something from my world...

something from within...

so you can stop squeezing, you're choking me.

Crazy!!

What's crazy??

Are you? No you're not!
Do you know? No you don't!
Can you feel it? No you can't!
Do you understand? No you don't!
YOU DON'T!!!
It hurts like hell, it got me under it's spell!
It's really annoying, and in time it get's boring!
Release me from it, please??

Can you? No you can't!!

Because....I am.

Flea

I wish I could be, I wish I could be,
the smallest & tiniest little flea,
so all I would do, today and so on,
is play, smile and carry on.
Because the life of a flea,
is one you can't see,
and that's the point of this whole story.
Nothing to do or hide,
walk around with pride,
all the time to spare
and never pretending I care.
Just doing my thing,
and seeing at a blissing,
that are my dreams
and still nothing is what it seems.