My head became a playground,
Giddy, enigmatic, and ecstatic,
I have no idea what to expect,
Pero creo que ya no importa,
We dance to melodies with no meaning,
We laugh at jokes that aren’t funny,
We smile for no reason,
Pero creo que ya no importa,
Because there’s something inside worth living,
So I keep moving on, with exertion,
With hope,
Without clarity,
With a childish sense of play,
Y por primer vez, creo que ya no importa…
En este momento, nada me importa.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
I wish I didn't, but I do
When the floor is taken beneath your feet
When your veins are dry of life
When the air is sucked from your throat
When your heart stops beating
Ill hold your hand with the utmost empathy
When time stops and you can’t process what’s occurring
Ill be right behind you
Because I’m the only one that knows
And when I hear your silence
Ill come running
Because I know the feeling
When I sense you’re falling
I promise not to leave
And when it becomes an unbearable memory of the past
Ill know not to remind you of it
Even if you don’t do the same for me
When your veins are dry of life
When the air is sucked from your throat
When your heart stops beating
Ill hold your hand with the utmost empathy
When time stops and you can’t process what’s occurring
Ill be right behind you
Because I’m the only one that knows
And when I hear your silence
Ill come running
Because I know the feeling
When I sense you’re falling
I promise not to leave
And when it becomes an unbearable memory of the past
Ill know not to remind you of it
Even if you don’t do the same for me
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