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Bare ly is Winter
What’s on my mind?
This morning granted me a worry
That traces the mood of my decade
A shattered mirror crumbles in my right hand
Still the other hasn’t stop bleeding from my reflect
This headache is driving me mad
My long curls can’t soothe me while I brush them
A hard breath can merely concentrate me
I sense some whispers delivering me the words
Barely is winter
And I can’t find a cure for my pain
I don’t have the courage to look at the window
This is my nightmare in madness
My dream within the foggiest dream
That’s why I’m trembling
I doubt that I’ll found the way in this wreck
This headache is driving me mad!
Barely is winter
And I can’t stop sleeping
I have to make a choice
Just plunge myself into darkness
Landing there, observe how my body is in pause
Longing for a touch of my mind
One morning I woke up
And my mouth was sewn tight
Someone is calling me with sadness in its voice
I see trouble headed to my land
One block away you can still smell the fear
A scream barely define my anguish
But my mouth was sewn tight
I’m so tired; at last silence fills my sight
I look at my trembling hands
Self be kind
Can you tell me what’s on my mind?
My Wil lo w Tree
Dont you ever regret?
As the clock keeps singing I still refuse
To see the mirror in my willow tree
Dont I ever dream of you?
Mark me blue skies with razor edges
I will defuse the concept of love
Must not meant I intent to keep it
Just hope to set it off don’t ever see its face
Hacking the dream, messing with intensified
Meanings that drove you insane with the rhetoric
Question of believing in something that would
Definitely send you over the edge, and then…
…What?
Every morning.
And I couldn’t
But I wouldn’t
Then I didn’t
Why I shouldn’t…
And I couldn’t
But I wouldn’t
Then I didn’t
Why I shouldn’t…
Can’t see shit through the fog that lives nomadic in my mirror.
Fair y Tale s
You’ll consume my soul while you keep pretending, what you are not.
I’m still here, getting tired, mail landed in my sighs, giving me sweet
Remembrances of me being with you, you being with him, I am not amused
We are in transition, you called him your sun and I’m just the shadow
Hence why you still believe in me? Calling in such dire circumstances?
The clock keep draining our differences and you have not spilled a word
I’m searching my memories, trying to fix the glitches, the errors lost in thought
Just take over my mind so I can comprehend why you called me
Paint all in pink and purple, our favorites colors tuned to perfection
Composing phrases that only mix my mind in more confusion than possible
Thought all I have ever asked you is that why we’re in transitions
I’m seeing you sensing my soft smile and pretending not seeing that our time
Has passed. Surprised that I can still think of you as part of me
While in me you are you and in you I am neither here or ever been
Your persona tear in genders, in mirror reflected a passion borderline fantasy
While I resided in you I gathered your worst fears and recollections turning them in
essence.
You’ll consume my soul while you keep pretending, for him, what you are not.
Aware
Amor;
Dime lo que calla tus silencios
El porque de tus ojos abandonados
Tu andar vivaz ahora es pausado
Tus manos callosas no tocan mis manos
Amor;
Veo lo que tus lagrimas me dicen
Siento la tension que llena tus espacios
Danzando acompasado, llega la nada
Y en si misma se envuelve nuestros aٌños
* Suspiro *
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De otra forma, ¡¿porque he reconocerte Destino?! Sean amables por una vez…
Me hundo en la frustración.
No te voy a herir
¿Qué?
¿Cuando?
Cada mañana
No.
¿Quién?
Contigo me sentí más sola que conmigo misma, creo que todo
es solo un sueño
Todo quedo en pausa y fue sin prisa, parte de mi todavía espera la caída
Las dos han llegado a tomar café y sólo una posee su libertad.
No te voy a herir
No me puedo negar tu sabor cual quitarle agua a una flor del desierto
Ha comenzado tu iniciación.