Piel canela

Piel canela,
en tus brazos se esconde el mas intimo de mis deseos
Y en tu beso se encuentra el aliento de mi alma
Que me mata lentamente buscando renacer en tus ojos
Mientras tus manos definen mi cuerpo
Creando lineas imaginarias,
Caminos que dirigen hasta el mas intimo de mis placeres
Recorriendo el borde de mis sueños y anhelos
hasta que estos convergen con los tuyos
Y nos encontramos en un instante perfecto de deseo y pasion
Que nos quita el aliento
Y nos convierten en siluetas del destino
Que crea nuestro amor

Love letter

Pen and paper in hand, I find myself having trouble translating feelings into words. As memories of you fill my mind my heart feels a hollow I can’t bare to deny.

I once heard “bad love letters beg for love back. Good love letters ask for nothing at all.” I'm certain that asking you for anything is the surest way to push you away. For that, I am only here to give and tell you my love, if you ever dare to take it, should be more than enough to heal us both.

I can by no means a sure what will come of it or if I am even what you really need. Yet, I hope you realize there is much in me to give and I have every intention of showing it through the years to come.

Surely you must know, nothing in this letter is new. Denying ones feelings has never been easy and after having tasted what it is to be by your side, it has merely become impossible to do so.

Please forgive me if my sincerity causes any kind of disturbance in you. My intentions could never be those which could cause you any harm. If anything, I could only wish to give you half the happiness and excitement you have brought into my life these past few months.

I leave with hopes we will meet once again, when the moon is full and the stars are bright. But, until then, know that my heart, my body and soul belong to you, and only you.

Sincerely,
g.

Te adoro. En verdad, no sé que haría sin ti

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The Bibliograpgy of String

And you taught me what this feels like.
And then how it feels to lose it.
And you showed me who I wanted.
And then who I wasn't.
And you ticked every box.
And then drew a line.
And you weren't mine to begin with.
And then not to end with.
And you looked like everything I wanted.
And then became something I hated.
And you get thought of every day.
And then not in a good way.
And you let me leave.
And then wish I'd stayed.
And you almost killed me.
But I didn't die.

[from http://pleasefindthis.blogspot.com/2009/08/bibliography-of-strings.html]

I'll pretend that you mean the weather when you ask me how things are. I'll say cold and dry.

Pantomime

Pantomime
Marcus Lane

Don't cry, this kiss is a kiss goodbye.
Don't cling, it's time to part.
Don't look at me nor ask me why
I've taken back my heart.

No questioning, no pleading;
No door remains ajar.
No doubt your heart is bleeding,
Deep wounds will leave a scar.

Don't hope to ever turn back time,
Nor resurrect the flame
Of what's become a pantomime
Of love, in all but name.


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Messing up his life is not the greatest revenge. It's getting on with yours and living it to the fullest.

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100% yo

Quiero un poster de este mapa en mi cuarto....