(2015)
the funny thing about tears is how powerful they are the tears sliding down my face signal an apology to you for the emotional hurt I’ve given.
I could write A thousand love poems That would never be enough To tell of what you mean to me. You inspired me
Breathing ragged Heartbeat raging Claws jagged A love that is never aging I remember that rainy cold day.
I have lost the life I once knew Nothing I say or do seems to matt… My self’s worth is on a blank And my self-esteem is a runaway tr… Who Am I Now
Way up high, on the very top shelf I found a dusty book written about… Its cover was thick and hard as a… Its contents were bound by a small… But, with magic understanding, it…
I used to look at palaces And see no further than old bricks… I used to look at mountains And only see muck and strain! I used to look at camera lens
They don’t adapt to cold very well There is a tear at the bottom of t… Of the desperate They can’t get used to the cold It doesn’t taste like sin anymore
I thought to send you flowers wine and cheese rose wine and dark chocolates but you would know they were from me.
It seems many lifetimes ago In a place unknown, never seen A wild-hearted woman I came to kn… The incomparable of all women And love embraced the passion
I’m not thinking anymore. Not thinking. Not remembering. Not planning. Not giving.
I don’t want to sleep tonight there’s nothing left to dream Tell me pretty stories Dear illustrate a scene Take me back to time long past
I wish you were here Just looking… I know am not even your friend, no… I know am just a coward I know I cant say the right words I know I always cry at night
I still wake up breathing your nam… and I can hear myself whispering t… driving me two minutes past crazy… the way my voice catches those cor… never fails to make me content
For dearest beautiful who will hav… She would wait and wait. When I s… One time she blew a kiss and it hi… He blushed and handed it to me. I… At our house under the foggy night…
I was raised a Mexican Catholic, growing up neurotically guilty in the cobblestoned streets of Aqu… a mining city of Ore but a vibrant… and brick stoned colorful churches…
