If I lose you;
I will always love you.
For my heart will reside,
in the sunrise of your smile,
and
rest in the tears of your joy.
Because the very throughts,
of your love for me;
has fulfilled my soul.
And left my heart,
all that it needs to explore
love's aspiration.
My vow is to live for the forgotten memories,
and
dream of the lovely moments that
we shall meet again.
Guitarra, I’m begging,express my heart
Pick away all that’s ever ached
Place these Spanish notes beautifully
To the angel of her face
Guitarra pleas, express this heart
Bring to life our last Latin nights
Dancing that flamenco from her charcoal eyes
Reviving fiesta under most romantic moonlight
Guitarra as now I gently play
Fingers within running throughts through ebony of her hair
“El espiritu de amor” is strumming along
Bringing back the yesterdays to here
Guitarra passion now is in the revival
As the ghost of love tangos all around
Milagros, I sense you near
And in this instrument forever you are found
Fear fear fear
Lessons from yesterday haunt -
demand from tomorrow looms.
No way to escape.
Today is saturated in anxiety.
Anger anger anger
Frustration over inequality.
Malicious throughts cross my mind.
Lashing out in bitter words
because I have no power over this.
Love love love
More than anything you are mine.
Through it all, good and challenging.
Now may be a struggle - yet -
no matter what we have each other.
Lets go spit smoke from between our worn lips
wouldnt it be fun to rott our lungs together?
feel the rat poison, the cancerious **** buring our throughts?
how about the smell of that delicious nicotine?
isnt it delightful how we can ruin our lives?
so nice we can kill our selves this way
you know...
slowley? painfully? sinfully?
oh! and i love how everyone hates us now
but its okay cuz we have these emphizema on a sticks
we dont need anyone else, everyone else is just too smart..
oh and the best part, we cant live without it now.
ahh, great life huh?
*=changed because you cant put profanity on here..sadly.
An interplay of vibrant colors on canvas
pulsates as a bright blur
of tinges and tints;
at an angle, it's a throbbing, intergalactic
slow-mo swirl, a mute
explosion of hues;
at another, it's fluid light from a prism
in the depths of a micro-
protoplasmic sea;
a glorious sunrise, a sad sunset, perhaps,
myriads of refracted throughts
and feelings;
the mood and temper of the beholder,
the ultimate judge, hard-
headed and fickle:
does the absent artist make sense in what
was or wasn't painted,
or does that matter?
FRIENDSHIP IS LIKE S LOCKEY YOU CARRY IT AROUND YOUR NECK IT EVERY GET
LOST OR STOLEN FROM YOU.
FRIENDSHIP IS HAVING EACH OTHER HEART IN A SAFE PLACE AND EVER FORGET
WERE YOU PUT IT.
FRIENDSHIP IS A SCAPBOOK THATS FILL WITH MEMORIES AND LAUGHS.
FRIENDSHIP IS A FLOWER THAT BLOSSOM INTO NEW BEGINS.
FRIENDSHIP IS NO ONE GET LEFT BEHIND WE ALWAYS STAY TOGTHER.
FRIENDSHIP IS LIKE A HUG WE GIVE THEM EVERYDAY JUST TO SHOW HOW MUCH OUR
FRIENDSHIP REALLY MEANT TO US.
FRIENDSHIP IS LIKE A LETTER WHEN WE TAKE TIME TO WRITE OUR THROUGHTS AND
IDEAS OF HOW A FRIENDSHIP ARE SO SPECIAL BETWEEN TWO PEOPLES THAT ARE
SO CLOSE.
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