Deja verte Desnudare completa Quiero ver las curvas que el sol brilla y te llena de tiernura Quiero besar tu rostro en cual veo el universo y me lleva hasta lo más infinito En dónde yo me pierdo en tu mirada y me controla los sentimientos Carecíando tus palabras y todo el encanto que lleva tus labios Saciar mi sed Llévame Toca mi mano Y respira profundo Se qué tengo tu corazón en mi mundo
Month: November 2013
& like a heart attack… i know i can’t turn back.
still I can’t get out
She’s all I think about
Can’t let her go
It’s who you knowWe came down to watch the world walk by
And all she found was trouble in my eyes
From the sky she pulled me down tonight
Let her goShe moves fast, takes control
And like a heart attack, I know I can’t turn back
Rough Landing Holly- Yellowcard
maybe.
maybe i forgot how it feels
a heart beating completely intertwined with yours
maybe i forgot that i can describe
what i chose not to admit
when we’re alone
our breath heavy with anxiety
heating up the room
as i see you face to face
the light beams perfectly on your lips and smile
maybe i forgot that i can’t speak
when you talk
when you wondrously stare at me
with those deep, pensive, brown eyes
I’ve already lost…
my train of thoughts has departed
left me wondering when will it come back
all that remains is this heart
this love
this affection the never ceases to fulfill itself with questions and doubts…
you’ve become too precious for me to continue
too beautiful to touch
to exquisite to have
yet in the darkest night
in the silent hour of day
in the woods that i roam in my sleepless nights
cradled in my bed
embedded daily
a quick reminder….
isolation is my constant solace
my only remedy
my only cure
and like a mirror,
i shatter my emotions, cry my pain and realize that it’s you…i’m willing to break my own heart for.
an awkward tyranny of emotional distress and a hidden abyss of endless transitions…
transitions are endless
one cannot stop time from ticking
who knew that my heart would be in paris
despair in transatlanticism*
vivid dreams accompanied by such a state of desire
the need of physical intimacy,
the burden of melancholy and hope
in ultimate disappointment, it lies…
intertwined between the truth and the lies,
the thin line that separates the wants and the haves
roaming endlessly inside an empty abyss
an overcome, a rule, an oppression … must they become suppressed emotions
letters pouring out of your mind
‘i’m leaving to martinique, ma vénérer awaits for me’
making a small joke, trying to ease the cold, lifeless, tragic death…
this long distance love affair has been put to an end.
Title: My lover New York
Someone once told me If you can make it New York you can make it anywhere
I made that my mantra Recited it as I lived in a city complete opposite
New York, New York Make me yours…
Won’t you adopt me and take me home?
Allow me to live in your concrete jungle
Bathe in your rivers
Fall in your gravel
Fly over your skyscrapers
New York, New York Please make me yours
Take me shopping on park avenue
Play me that sweet music of your subways
Let me taste your air
Let me breathe your innocence
Let me thrive in the pressure
Make me your diamond in the rough
* You succumbed me into your body With that naughty smile,
** New York… Tell me your secrets…
We’ll be distant lovers
Get married in the Empire State Building on Christmas
I’ll write to you like Pen pal friends…
I’ll email you everyday
But promise… You’ll take me away
I long to feel what’s inside you
Loren writes 