Autumn's Race in NYCAutumn's Race in NYCAutumn's Race in NYC
Turn right then left; faster and faster. Down 3rd then 4th; quicker, faster. Hair flowing, eyes open, noise but no sound. Mind focused and distracted as the leaves hit the ground. The wind picks up and so does her pace, Just a normal day with panic on her face. A girl amongst a crowd of chaos she is, Just another in the city, just another among the nothingness... No one stops, no one lingers, no one smiles, no one looks to notice the hand, the fingers.... She grips tighter and tighter, and yet faster she goes - To where and to what no one really know
To Have Loved and Lost...Your hair, your lips, your eyes, your chest... Your smile, your laugh, all of you - the best... So you'd think that that would be what I remember Of our relationship March to September. But NO; those memories have started to fade. And NO; you and I for each other we were not made. So NO; I no longer love what could never have been, Because 'what was' happened way back then. And even in our best moments you really were not even there, Since your love for me was a myth, a want, and not at all really fair.To Have Loved and Lost...
The goodbye was hard yet perhaps the best part, Because in those bri
Mi corazonMi corazónMi corazon
Se me ha abierto. Dios mío, se me ha abierto! Y es por ti que se ha hecho. Lo tienes, ¿no lo ves? Tú y sólo tú podrás ver lo que está dentro. Para tí y contigo se comparte todo Pero se resiste, Dios mío cómo se resiste! Y resisto - estoy a gusto - no quiero que se cierra! No, no lo quiero. No lo dejes, por favor. No dejes que se cierra. Se ha roto tantas veces que ya no sabe... Ya no sabe reconocer lo que es el amor y cuánto te quiero. Y que por eso se resiste tanto. &nbs
Let Me Explain That Night...Let Me Explain…Let Me Explain That Night...
For you it was nothing, just a moment in time. For me, it is an image that can only terrify.
For you it was an action long forgotten. For me, it is a vivid memory thought of often.
For you it was a reaction to a frustration. But for me, it only led to a very harsh realization.
For you, it was a mere second of anger. For me, it is an everlasting fear that lingers.
So, let me remind of just what I remember
On that night in Autumn, a cold November. You were angry at me, the world and its people, The smell of Burgundy,
OLER LAS ROSAS
Defeated
i really appreciate it
you are doing a great job,plz keep it up
Imma gonna get a calling card to Spain, one of these days, I swear.
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I want something
GOOD to die for
to make it
BEAUTIFUL to live..
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