A platonic love or a crush can break a heart,
or just scratch it?
P.S. I have the Ninja Llama!!!!
InsideI watched my best friend die.
It wasn't in a hospital and it wasn't an accident on some road somewhere. There's a saying, and I guess it's also… funny… how you never know what's going on behind closed doors.
I guess you're probably thinking of suicide - overdose, hanging by the rope, or (god forbid) the knife, but... it's not that.
Because it's one thing to die and it's another to die. I believe you can exist without properly living.
What is a life? We are born into this world with no say on the matter, and yet the majority of us take for granted that tomorrow we will wake up to another morning, another routine, another day in this same old life.
Are we happy in this life? Inside, where it counts, are we happy?
My best friend came from nowhere. One minute I had no one, and the next… I guess it's a sort of blessing that my best friend arrived when I needed comfort the most.
We began to go out and have wild trips galumphing up the roads. We made war with b
BetrayalEvery day the same old lies,
That cut and sever weakened ties,
Of bonds that were never meant to be,
Just drowning in an endless sea.
Of strangers in a faceless crowd.
It's because of you,
Now I hope you're proud.
Of what you did to this now tainted soul.
Beaten, broken, swallowed whole,
By the darkness invited to envelop my being.
They always say that believing is seeing.
But I guess that's just it,
you see my forced smile.
After all it's been plastered on my face for awhile.
But is it too late? I don't really know.
But the longer I sit here,
The more darkness will grow.
Am I too far gone? Is there no hope?
Will I keep slipping down this bottomless slope?
Do you see now what you have done?
I give up...now you have won.
I'm trapped, enslaved in this dark empty trance.
I say I am fine...
But will you risk that chance?
Alguna vez“¿Alguna vez?”
Amo el perderme tras mis cortas pisadas
Mi flirteo con las lluvias pequeñas y cansadas
El romance con los fríos, y profundos suspiros
Con el feliz andar dando tumbos
De la calma tan profunda que brinda
Del Ser yo, y no saber más nada
Sin carta en mano para protestar
No pertenecer, no participar, solo habitar
La amarga resaca de mi alegría
Es la común, y casi innegable agonía
De mil otros hombres que no ven el día
Cuya pobre existencia es transitoria
Uno se encuentra con el desmedido miedo
Al aparecer en casual y rutinario caminado
Colmado de un muy sincero contento
Y luego parar todo en ese momento
Parar de amar a la vida es mi único miedo
¿Alguna vez te hablé de ello?
Love Me StrangerLove Me Stranger, I See You,
Love Me Stranger, I Need You,
Love Me Stranger, I'll Leave You,
Love Me Stranger; I Know You?
Let It Rain
Let it rain,
cause I'm home and I'm in pain
Let it rain,
cause there's nothing I can gain
Let it rain,
cause this ain't my train.
The Tough DreamDreaming of a man
to lead you to the Land
To come and set you free,
He's near, don't you see?
Thinking of a plan
to fly to the sun
Looking for the truth,
did you find a proof?
Walking in the night,
preparing your fight
It's hard to be a dreamer,
Behind you! Your killer!
He's looking for you with wrath!
Run to the magic path!
He's after you, tonight!
Hurry, touch the Light!
Just stop being a slave!
Come out of your grave!
The man you're looking for
didn't exist before
Inside you, It's all!
Break your silence, Scream!
This is a real dream
Your killer hits your door!
Don't wait any more!
So something did change, her moodNothing changed, neither a hidden truth came up,
but she accepted back an old friend.
So something did change, her mood.
How to love a girl who can't love herself.one.
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
But do not be the one to fix her - no, she
The Girl Who Was Afraid To BeShe speaks to me fondly
of passions and talents,
of guitars and stars,
with such breathless intensity
then stops short and
for speaking at all.
All because somewhere in her life,
someone she loved broke her heart
her beautiful words
and telling her to
keep it down,
People aren’t born sad.
We make them that way.