Dear Life,
Sitting here at the corner of tomorrow waiting for the sun to rise, puddle of teardrops behind me, I ask you, does today stand a chance? Striking a match and dissecting the colors of the night sky, blurred with a slow draw and smoke escaping. A sip of poison, and the sound of melancholy running through the speakers…
Me rechina la piel. Pregunto qué es lo que tiene de mí que hasta el asco te da? Fácil de ver en el reflejo en el espejo. Pido disculpas por ahora veo lo que es.
At 13 you couldn't find a cloud without a raindrop. You put on a smile and rolled on. Time allowed you to find wings, heavy with callous these feathers always took you home. A sonnet with letters put next to each other to find a tune that would allow you to reason.
Todo el mundo aprende en algún momento las heridas que le dan ritmo al el corazón. Siempre mi mente disfruta tu calor, son los golpes de esta noche que me deja en pedazos.
In this twist of hours, time allowed you to find her greatness. This mindless emotion that finds its place in the middle of my dreams. Wake up in the middle of the night in a soaked induce nightmare and realize the reflection in the mirror.
Vivir. Respirar. Entender. Para ser insignificante. Para que su alma expulsado ... para ser honesto con usted mismo.
Life, understand that I don't want to be a lost cat in a dead end story. Sitting here at the corner of tomorrow, waiting patiently, please don't leave me in this labyrinth of solitude. When the morning comes cross my fingers and hope that today this horizon shows signs of life.
Hasta ese dia, se arrodillarse y pedir perdón a la noche. Te amo mi vida.
me
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