redleaveshavefallen

You’ve got a timid baby, darling I’m a poet, not a pirate I’m not gonna pull and plunder and pluck you from your confinement I’ll spin a thousand songs and sonnets saying how I want you But I’m still so scared to touch you. Believe me when I say I love you 'Cause I'll need some prodding just to hold your hand… But as a poet I can say: I was drowning ‘til you dragged me to dry land.

       Morning had been staring into her brother's eyes. They were irritated: red and swelled from sleep deprivation, constant television watching, and a hangover that was never allowed enough time to leave. They were placid and still, devoid of any emotion, but somehow it was that very stillness that made the memory impossible to forget. There was a certain gravity to them, some insurmountable weight, and remembering them made her chest tighten in a way she hadn't known it could.    She still didn't feel any guilt, not really. What she did feel was a soreness radiating from her back, the cabinet edge jutting into her flesh. She felt her

Segundos, minutos y horas, más horas y días, y años ¡No más, no más! Tiempo está pasando Siempre está pasando Bella, bella, ama bella Tiempo está pasando. Mi amor, estás saliendo Y yo, estoy rompiendo Bella, bella, ama bella Mi amor, estás saliendo. Mi corazón está evitando La verdad, y yo soy vacía Bella, bella, ama bella Mi amor, estás respirando Lejos de mi. Mi pecho no puede contener Este corazón, ¿qué es desarrollando? Soy débil, débil, pero, pero.... Mi amor, estás respirando ¿Porqué no pudo decir también? Bella, bella, ama bella ¿Porqué sales, a mi? Vida es Esperando para tí Vida es Esperando para tí Vida es