Missing

No one ends up dead by the train tracks anymore

The missing ones always have a purpose

Some hidden plan carefully calculated

While I sit at the edge of the bench

And wait

Hoping

That Just maybe

They wont look there
That perhaps
It was a nightmare
And the corpse

Sitting there

Is a silhouette

obvio

Desde de el principio
Yo supe que era lo que tu querias
Pero mi corazon
No lo comprendia
Ver no lo queria
Y cuando te fuistes
Como sufrio
Mi pobre
Corazon
Morrirse queria
Y llorando se dormia
Callendo en una profunda
Depression

at night...

Last night I cried
listening to your song

I saw you and I
soo in love

two strangers

and I couldn't figure it out

and it breaks my poor heart
to think that you're so far away

and sadly even if you were near, this would all still happen in my head

oh my poor heart,
it can't take it.

He Said.

He Said
"Life is very long when you're lonely..."

The days seem eternal
and all you long
is for someone to hold

But the boldness in
your soul is gone
and an infinite shyness
envelopes your bones

And you suspect that
the boy who winks
at you
Is playing a joke...

Love Myth

..Love me
Love me
Love me
is all she said

She looked up
Read the stars

A tear Rolled
down her eye

She gazed st
His glassy eyes

She knew
he wasn't
Capable of that
Simple task...


(old stuff)

Reminicing

..Riding the Metro
The book is open

My mind is somewhere else
a Fly is circling me

You have barely
let go of my lips

Catching our breaths
Cold Shower needed

And you say
You miss me already

Can't wait
for the morrow

Sigh
It seems
Unreal


its only one day
Book closes the fly was inside


(old suff)

Scene of the Crime

..I'd read the killer gets caught
when he goes back
to the scene of the crime

What fool i thought
the perfect crime
and go back to get Caught

But I completely understood him
When i visited mine

Oh the rush is divine
when you remember
what you have done

But my mine is
undetected
for no one knows
and the one that does
is 6 feet under the floor

And the air is running out...




(some old stuff)

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Mentiras dulces
me recitastes
a el oido

Bajo la luz
de la luna
me amabas

Pero a la luz
del dia
yo no existia

Solamente cuanto
el sol se metia
y la noche nos cubria

Te acordabas de mi
y me hacias tuya

Strike

Waiting
Holding on to a chain link fence
While the rain pours over my head
Waiting for the lightning to strike again

Seems like the first time
was not enough

And the lesson
has yet to be learned

You strike
I feel butterflies
I yearn for your embrace
All your lies to wash away

Sometimes its not enough
to be struck by lightning
So you walk into a hurricane

I don't know whether to make a sandwich or fall in love, the idea is to feel something in your stomach....

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The page comes to life
after a couple of words

It carries the weight
of a sadness and despair so dark it can eclipse the sun

emotions so raw it hurts the eyes

depression, solace, despair
the cocktail all classics are made of