segunda-feira, 27 de agosto de 2012


I don't really remember how love's suppost to feel. Right now it's just paintful, boring, and sick. It's turned out to be a heavy weight in my weak shoulders. It's not just love, you know; it's every single piece of kindness, aprecciacion & smile and kisses that lost your way.

Sometimes I don't even feel love or empathy, but this time I can't let it go without putting it in letters that never gonna be read again. I don't even want you again, but my heart feels so heavy and full sometimes that every heartbeat breaks me apart.

Love's my drug, for the good or for the worst. It's my fuel, brings me back to life just to let me fall.
Love's a find a way that lost it final destination and can't fade away.

sábado, 25 de agosto de 2012

I'm sorry for being so dumb.

Now I know the truth that I was trying to deny to myself: It was you, it's always been you. You're the one that could complete me and be my person, and I could've been yours most ardently loved one. But I was dumb, really dumb. So freaking dumb in letting you go before the start of our story.

I let a closed mind tell what to do, and what to feel about you. And my heart, oh my poor heart I shutted even before he tried to say hi to you. I was dumb, really dumb. That was my mistake, and now it's the most paintul thing that lives in the deepest place of my soul.

I try to scream how much I miss you in every single way, but all that comes out of my mouth is a humming that trys to call you, but it's so quiet and weird that it's hushed by the sound of the wind blowing through a empty room. But even after it I still have hopes, and think a lot about finding you in a random street in a random day, and then you randomly fall in love for me like the first time.

And before it I hope that I've has stop from being dumb, and then finally give you more than a quiet and intense look of love, so that way you could finally be the everything in my life.