Te Amo
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I Love You
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I woke up this morning without the smile
that I usually plaster all over myself. It’s hard to accept that something bad may happen to me and everyone that I love with the storms rolling in and lightning striking my every move. But the thunder is gone now, and replacing it is a raincloud of acceptance. It’s light and airy and loves to come and go but on the interior, it’s heavy and dark. That heavy inside will never go away but at least I can ignore it for now. The bright sun peaks over the edge of the horizon telling me it’s time to move on. And maybe this new day of oranges and auburn will bring me and my friends happiness. Because what's the use of staring at clouds when you know the shapes mean nothing? I’ll still wait for that cloud that looks like some animal I love but I’ll go do something while I’m waiting. No more wasting time dreaming of what could be of clouds and rainstorms and sun. Just the known and the ignored waiting for the time to show themselves. |
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The past is the past for a reason.
That is where it is supposed to stay, But some cannot let it go. In their heads it eats away Until all their focus becomes The person they used to be, The mistakes they made in their life. Oh, if only they could see That you cannot change what happened, No matter how hard you try, What happens in your lifetime Happens for reasons unknown, Don't get wrapped up in the negative. Be happy with what you have been given. Live for today not tomorrow. Because the past is the past for a reason. It's been, and now it is gone, It's done, it's unchangeable; move on. |
Gods of beauty and grace
Gods of warriors and doom Oh to shed light on those who have fallen A plethora of gold antiques shatter in the shops and silence fills the wreck Power appears in the form of man, bringing passioned commands and colourful winds that knock the travellers down They ready their swords, they bring up their shields One side too prideful to run, the other too honourable The whispers say the two are the same |
My finger
Trembling Grazes the cold, hard metal of the necklace. My mother's necklace, I picture her in all of my memories. The necklace ever so present Dangles from her neck I can't bear to leave her As I stand, remembering The years we've spent together My finger Trembling Knowing what I have to do I go in the other room Edit my face with a smile And there she lay Pale and ashen Her kind eyes look past me Through me I'm not leaving her She's leaving me And with my finger I close each of her eyes And kiss her goodbye |