Quisiera que tus caricias
Me inspiren a escribir
La gran novela de amor
Que el mundo se merece
Que en cada uno de tus besos
Florezca un capitulo
Con escenas de amor y pasión
Como las nuestras
Quiero que el amor
Entre nosotros
Eclipse al de Romeo y Julieta
Un romancé
Puro
Sinceró
Recordable
Anhelado por todos
Tengo todo listo
Papel a la mano
El corazón en un hilo
Tan solo me faltas tu
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Las Margaritas No Tienen La Culpa
Ya estoy cansada
de pasarme noches enteras
deshojando margaritas
Porque las pobres
no tienen la culpa
Que yo haga trampa
Y tu no me quieras
Solas se marchitan
al verme cerca
de el arbusto
Que llaman hogar
Ya no saben
si decirme mentiras
que yo quiero oír
para que las deje en paz
Oh decirme la verdad
Que al oírla de seguro
Me rompería el corazón
de pasarme noches enteras
deshojando margaritas
Porque las pobres
no tienen la culpa
Que yo haga trampa
Y tu no me quieras
Solas se marchitan
al verme cerca
de el arbusto
Que llaman hogar
Ya no saben
si decirme mentiras
que yo quiero oír
para que las deje en paz
Oh decirme la verdad
Que al oírla de seguro
Me rompería el corazón
Keep It
You took My Heart
and you don't even know it
That's why i go back
to see if i can catch
a glimpse of it
See if its still
as neglected
as when i had it
Sometimes i miss it
i miss the small pains
it brought me
I don't miss the hope
that refused to die
after every crash
Maybe one day you
will notice its there
and when you do
Please don't look
for me
the Poor thing
Couldn't take that
it would surely
stop beating
and you don't even know it
That's why i go back
to see if i can catch
a glimpse of it
See if its still
as neglected
as when i had it
Sometimes i miss it
i miss the small pains
it brought me
I don't miss the hope
that refused to die
after every crash
Maybe one day you
will notice its there
and when you do
Please don't look
for me
the Poor thing
Couldn't take that
it would surely
stop beating
Endless Reasons...
Maybe it was your five o’clock shadow
At three in the afternoon
It could have been your vocabulary
And your wounded soul I wanted to repair
Your theories on life
And religion
And how god fucked you over
I wanted to mend your
Shattered heart
That you so simply gave away
Only to have it returned in a 500 piece jigsaw puzzle
You were the rubix cube
I wanted so desperately to solve
I didn’t want to give up on you
You were blind
Maybe I was too
At three in the afternoon
It could have been your vocabulary
And your wounded soul I wanted to repair
Your theories on life
And religion
And how god fucked you over
I wanted to mend your
Shattered heart
That you so simply gave away
Only to have it returned in a 500 piece jigsaw puzzle
You were the rubix cube
I wanted so desperately to solve
I didn’t want to give up on you
You were blind
Maybe I was too
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