Dolor Hasta La Muerte

Cuando el corazon duele no hay nada que ayude con el dolor. Solo el tiempo podra cubrir con polvo y basura las heridas notables hacia el ojo externo, pero ni el tiempo ni el polvo ni la basura jamas curaran la brecha que la vida ha rasgado con su puñal de eventos, desgraciando tu presente y futuro. Nada jamas curara tus incertidumbre y tus penas. Nada jamas lo hara. Iras a la tumba con cada una de tus yagas y se pudriran junto a ti bajo la tierra que intentara cubrirlas por el resto de lo dias sin suerte alguna

Effort Goes Effortless

I'm not mad. I'm not pissed. I'm just sad. I'm sad at life right now. I'm sad because all the effort and energy that I take to make things work, just seem to slip out of my hands and everything always goes wrong.  I really try everyday to please you and be that person that you are proud to be with. But it seems that the harder that I try the easier that you walk away.  Maybe we're not meant to be. Maybe life is saving us from a bad future together. It still hurts though. It still hurts.  I will keep a special place in my heart just for you.

Smell the Shirt and Flick the Cigarette

I often find my self thinking for hours night and day
wishing time would accelerate
just to be with her.

I ask myself, is it love or is it lust?
Who is there really to know?
Time would slowly show what really
the future holds.

I'm going to be honest and admit
I feel like a kid in a candy store
looking around with my eyes full of joy
waiting for approval before I devour all the sweets
that I know is being hold just for me.