I sat on the bench in the -nearly empty- park.
The sun was hanging low in the late afternoon - early evening sky. The pale pinks, red, oranges and blue clashed and moulded into a stunning mixture of colours.
I looked around, a small sadness filling my heart. The pain tore at me, making my throat tight and corazón beat fast - faster than usual...
I'd never felt so much humiliation, sadness and fury rolled into one day, all at the same time.
I could see the trees moving slightly in the late summer breeze. I shivered as the sudden change of weather - wind turning into light showers - attacked me.
I clasped tighter on the light grey chal, mantón barely hugging my shoulders, scowling because the weather always affected my mood.
I didn't know what to do with myself. I had to do something.
Anything was better than just wallowing in self pity and shame.
It was decided, I would go into school the siguiente día - head held high and pride seeming unscathed -
Maybe I'd be able to get through this
The sun was hanging low in the late afternoon - early evening sky. The pale pinks, red, oranges and blue clashed and moulded into a stunning mixture of colours.
I looked around, a small sadness filling my heart. The pain tore at me, making my throat tight and corazón beat fast - faster than usual...
I'd never felt so much humiliation, sadness and fury rolled into one day, all at the same time.
I could see the trees moving slightly in the late summer breeze. I shivered as the sudden change of weather - wind turning into light showers - attacked me.
I clasped tighter on the light grey chal, mantón barely hugging my shoulders, scowling because the weather always affected my mood.
I didn't know what to do with myself. I had to do something.
Anything was better than just wallowing in self pity and shame.
It was decided, I would go into school the siguiente día - head held high and pride seeming unscathed -
Maybe I'd be able to get through this
I can't believe you're a amor that I've found,
I was alone in this crazy world
but you're the one who let my amor unfurl,
You're the estrella to my burst, the corazón to my beat,
I can't believe we're in love, falling so deep,
We are to opposites yet the same,
I think about our amor until I go insane,
Two lost souls found one another,
All that matters is that we amor each other,
I can't think our amor through
but my corazón always knew
Here's what it has to say;
You're all that I want at the end of the day,
If tu can see from my point of view,
All I can say is that; I amor you.
I had this bf and he was my best friend, I told him everything and kind of depended on him in a way I geuss. I don't no if he really felt the sane way, though he told me he did. We went out 4 lk 9 months then he breaks up with me. It has been 8 months since we broke up with him and I convinced myself I hate him for letting me alone. I bbt tlk to him but a couple days hace he came to my work and I got all shakey. Then when I txted him tht night I got all excited when he txted me back. I xonviced myself I'm over him but idk! I think I was until I saw him. Can someone tell me what I'm feeling?
We met
Two strangers.
Knowing of pain.
And corazón ach.
We met
Two people.
That crave love.
Affection.
We met.
Not inderstanding the feelings.
That are invading our souls.
The feeling that makes us smile.
We met.
We talked.
We laughed.
We understood eachother.
We met.
We fall in love.
Now a amor is found.
From two strangers.
I might not say it enough.
But I amor you.
We met.
I need you.
I crave your touch.
Your kiss.
Your arms.
I know I might never feel them.
We met.
But I dream of you.
I will be witth tu in my dreams.
I do not know if tu feel the same amor as me.
I hope so.
We met.
It doesnt matter.
How long it lasts.
For the hours.
We have spent.
On here.
We have Loved.
A life time.
Ok, this is a poem (not mine) that I found on Someone's muro that muhammadadil had posted:
Girls are like
apples on trees.The best
ones are at the parte superior, arriba of the tree.
The boys don't want to reach for
the good ones because they are afraid
of falling and getting hurt.Instead, they
get the rotten apples from the ground
that aren't as good.So the apples
at the parte superior, arriba think something is wrong with
them, when in reality, they're amazing.
They just have to wait for the right
boy to come along, the one
who's Valiente enough
to climb
all the way
to the top
of the tree.
Girls are like
apples on trees.The best
ones are at the parte superior, arriba of the tree.
The boys don't want to reach for
the good ones because they are afraid
of falling and getting hurt.Instead, they
get the rotten apples from the ground
that aren't as good.So the apples
at the parte superior, arriba think something is wrong with
them, when in reality, they're amazing.
They just have to wait for the right
boy to come along, the one
who's Valiente enough
to climb
all the way
to the top
of the tree.
Of what,
of who?
Could it hurt,
could the pain
return again?
There's me
holding that
cold glass of wine,
staring at her,
trying to forget...
And there he is,
sad and distant
like usual.
Oh why,
oh why?
And me again,
but this time
I was happy.
So happy for
all those
sweet kisses
he gave me...
And again he,
looking at me
and wondering...
Oh I should have known!
Inside my fantasía
I seek
for his kisses
that poisoned
my body,
i buscar for
the reason,
trying to see...
There he is
again,
oh
his kisses,
what did he do to me,
oh
he fooled me again...
Nothing was real,
he was wondering,
oh
he was trying
to see
her in my eyes,
oh...
He gave me all
that sweetness,
but he belongs to her.
Oh,
he's so sad
because of her.
He's so distant
because of her.
Oh,
he disrupt my dreams
because of her.
Because of her...