PensamienThoughts

Quisiera poder leer tu mente  Para saber si en verdad me quieres,  O si me amas, O si solo soy un juego para tu cama. Quisiera poder leer tu mente Para saber a qué atenerme, Si quedarme contigo O dejarte en el olvido. Quisiera poder leer tu mente, Para poder entenderte mejor, Y saber todos los secretos Que guarda tu corazón. Quisiera poder leer tu mente, Para poder conquistarte otra vez, Para saber cómo tenerte siempre aquí Y ya nunca dejarte ir. Image:  http://th07.deviantart.net/fs28/300W/i/2008/082/e/a/if_only_i_could_read_your_mind_by_superladysarah.jpg

Quisiera escribir una canción de amor, Para invocar lo que siento por voz. Pero las palabras han decidido esconderse en mi mente, Y mi voz se envuelve en el silencio. No, no lo puedo explicar, No, no lo puedo compartir, Tú lo sabes, Tú lo entiendes, Ahora como se lo explicamos a la gente? Sera que lo explicamos? Mejor lo dejamos en el silencio. Escondamos nuestro amor, Nuestra pasión, Ya que solo lo sentimos Tú y Yo. Para que gastar nuestras palabras para componer una canción? Mejor guardamos nuestra inspiración para los dos Para cuando estamos juntos Abrazados, Contando las estrellas de la noche, Cuando nadie se da cuenta que Juntos estamos.

Me dijeron que buscara a la luna para una nueva inspiración, Pero la condenada se me escondió. Estoy entre cuatro paredes y sin una puerta, solo una ventana que es muy pequeña. Todo está oscuro a mi alrededor, solo una candela que mañana tendrá su final y solo su espelma quedara. Hoy a quien le pido inspiración? Si la luna a mí se me escondió. Aunque solo tengo una hoja de papel la cual tengo que cuidar como algo delicado, como una pieza de valor, pues solo ella es mi salvación. Tengo un lapicero azul el cual su tinta se termina, y necesito una inspiración antes que se acabe todo lo bueno que tengo yo. Pensamientos, dulces, tristes o amargos, entren a mí para yo poder salir de estas cuatro paredes que me mantienen prisionera. Solo un poema, una nueva inspiración,  me podrá sacar de la soledad negra a que esconde a este corazón,   pues sin una inspiración, todo morirá sin ninguna explicación. PIc: http://media.photobucket.com/image/trapped%20in%20four%20...

Why when giving something special to a special one is really hard to ask for it back? Or when saying the truth without taking the time to breath enough because you are afraid of the response that will pop out.  Or telling your enemy the most hurting words that slowly break a human’s pride making you feel satisfied. Or by making a child cry by taking his favorite toy from him-just to annoy those around. Now you say “life is not fair” in so many ways its not suppose to be. Every day is a struggle, in every step you’ll take to climb the mountain, there will be a fight. In every sweet word you say, there might be two sour ones that will bring you down.  In every change you make to your life, there will be scars and marks that will make you believe that you are the same. The people who have lived enough with a history full of turbulence, appreciates what they got now, their job, the small house, and their food on the table.  They love the smallest things…such as watching the b...

I am missing you badly, But I will not over react, if you don’t call me no more. Maybe you have found someone close to your home, Who can comfort you when you want to be loved. I am missing you badly, I’m wondering what I did wrong, Questioning if it was all my fault, Or if you just don’t love me anymore. I am missing you badly, But all this should stop, My heart should grow up And understand that I have lost you for now. I am missing you badly, And this misunderstanding is not just my fault. Is our fault! It seems that we need some time off. IMA (Written in Feb. 2008) Pic: http://g.mycommentspace.com/msgfx/108/10899.gif  

The tears are falling from your eyes, just like that September 10th when your beloved died in that accident. That accident caused by a psycho who was drunk and ran away without helping him out. The innocent man lost control of his car and hit an electric pole that made his air bag explode and left him unconscious. The windows were broken and cut his untainted skin that was the fire that made you burn with passion; his touch was magical, that made you reach the stars. It was midnight and nobody found out that a man was dying and his time was running out. In the other hand, you were at home, counting the minutes, hours, and seconds as you waited for him. With anticipation you were waiting to out on the promised date. His knock never came, his voice you didn’t hear again, his touch you would never feel again, because he died that night. It occurred on a night when the rain poured and thunder showed the madness of an unfulfilled soul. The news ca...

I saw them kissing today. They were in the middle of nowhere, They were hugging each other so tightly that I thought one of them was going to break. That kiss was so long that I started to count..1…2…3…4…5…6…7……. After the kiss they looked at each other eyes that twinkled with all the sunlight….love and passion I would say. They smiled and smiled and they just couldn’t stop. He couldn’t let her go to class. He wanted her right there at his side-nothing more, nothing less. He took her hand so tightly that she got mad and told him to let go with an attitude, He kissed her and said “I love you too much so an hour waiting would be like hell”, she smiled at him with understanding and said “I understand babes” so they hugged once again for a minute or two, Then as the perfect boyfriend, he took her to class and when he was out, he looked kind of sad. He looked at his watch then at the sky and then walked wherever he promised to meet her. Now you ask me why I wrote about it, I would say becau...