Wrapped Around Your Arms

I want to be wrapped around your arms,

So I can be surrounded by your warmth
So you can fill up all the emptiness within me,
And erase the sadness I feel.
I want be wrapped around your arms,
So your love can engulf me,
So it can assure me that I am not alone
And give me eternal happiness.

I want to be wrapped aroud your arms,
So I can keep you as my safety net,
So you can always stay by my side
And never be apart from me.

Just keep me wrapped around your arms. . .
                                                               Today. . .
                                                                          Tomorrow. . .
                                                                                            Always. . .
                                                                                                            <3 .

pic: http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs42/f/2009/091/8/1/Safe_in_Your_Arms_by_ElvesAteMyRamen.jpg

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True Love

true love! what in the world is that? where can I go to find its meaning? when will I get an answer of that? true love! the one that never fades away. the one that you dont find as easy as you believe. the one that understands it all. the one that forgives it all. the one that desires to give you the whole world. the one that with a kiss and a smile and a hug wants to say it all. the one that makes you feel butterflies in your stomach. the one that makes your heart beat so fast. the one that hear you out. the one that ends with a kiss after a fight. Is it the one that never asks permission when entering in your heart. Is it the one that makes you restless. Have you been lovesick? Do you know what im talking about because it seems that I just lost my mind.

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El amor vino El amor se va Parecía real Pero terminara Como una memoria Una ilusión Algo que al final Nunca existió Entre tú y yo. Pic: http://s3.amazonaws.com/pixmac-preview/obr-zek-erasing-heart-pen-paper-pixmac-57367189.jpg

There are times I wish I could type as fast as each thought comes to my mind, but they tend to travel at a pace and velocity that no one can stop them to be put on paper; it is like a game they play with my mind. As soon as they come and make fun of my slowness they leave, without a trace. Yes, a thought that is gone and probably will never cross my mind again. All I can remember is the sweetness or the sadness it leaves; yes, only the sensation that they existed but no substance that can be poured on paper. They leave the confusion that keeps me pondering and searching for that thought that may not even existed to begin with. Or did it really come to enlighten me? If it did, it was a lesson learned and forgotten in the millisecond that they came and *puff* disappeared. Well, they must have turned to smoke for a reason, they probably played a role in my life and after they were done they decided to go. Yes! I would decide to believe that. ...

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