Thursday, December 1, 2011

Sin Ti

¿Que sabes de mi?
Si me acabas de conocer.
Mi corazón no eres para...
Para tu juego frío.
Me esconderé de ti,
Y tus ojos que me comen por dentro.
Si te miro otra vez,
Me caigare en tus brazos.
Me tengo que detener,
Este sentimiento que me haces sentir.
Es como el fuego,
No se quiere apagar.
Si pudiera ir atrás,
Nunca te hubiera conocido.
Es demasiado,
Todo esto que corre por mi cabeza.
Me tengo que ir lejos de este amor, este pasión,
Que al final me va ser daño.
Mi vida seguiré,
Sin la sensación de tus labios, de tus manos.

Monday, November 28, 2011

Cruel

I tried to hold...
The dream that was you and me.
I tried to keep it together,
Never a big enough bandaid.
I tried to be...
What you wanted.
It was never enough,
I tried.
The truth of your love,
Was a cold blow.
I had built you up...in my mind,
You were everything.
I thought you were my shelter,
From frigid loneliness.
I handed over my heart,
Without question, without doubt.
I lost all of me in you,
I was left with nothing.
The song of my memories,
Follows me like a shadow.
Wish I could erase you,
Wish I never knew you.
But deep down in my heart,
I could never be that cruel...like you...

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Un Paso (One Step)

Algunas cosas pueden ser tan simples,
Pero al mismo tiempo te pueden romper por dentro.
Lo que sentí por ti era mas allá de palabras,
Definitivamente fue mi motivación.
Una y otra vez,
Perdí control de mi misma.
Te quise por dentro y por fuera,
Pero me enterré en el proceso.
Me empujaste a la acera,
Dijiste que yo era demasiada.
Todo es tan loco y retorcido.
A pesar de todo todavía te quiero.
Trato de estar ocupada,
Pero siempre estas al rededor mis pensamientos.
Miro el reloj,
Preguntando cuando regresaras.
Mi ser racional me dice que es un perdicio...
De mí tiempo y de mi amor.
Quisiera que pudiera encararme el corazón,
Para caminar sin el peso de mis sentimientos.
Cada día es un proceso,
Cada día es un paso lejos...de mi amor.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

One Step

Some things can be so simple,
But then it can just rip you up inside.
What I felt for you was beyond words,
It was most definitely my motivation.
Time and time again,
I lost control of me.
I wanted you inside and out,
But buried myself in the process.
You pushed me to the curb,
Said I was just too much...
Its just all so crazy and twisted,
Regardless I still want you just as bad as yesterday.
I try to keep occupied,
But you're just a thought away.
Lookin' at the clock,
Wonderin' when you'll be home.
My rational self tells me its a waste...
Of my time and my love.
Wish my heart could just be locked away,
To walk without the weight of my feelings.
Everyday is a process,
Everyday is one step further from...my love.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Letter To Grandpa

Can you hear me grandpa?
I hope you can.
There are so many things I wanted to tell you,
But I never had the chance to.
But I know that you’re with me,
Where ever I may go.
I’ll miss your never ending stories,
The sound of excitement in your voice.
You taught me so many things,
To be myself and embrace the differences of others.
That there are always lessons to be learned,
No matter how old I get.
The greatest thing you gave me was the love of music,
I’ll always have your song in my heart.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

En Mi Mente

La tengo clavada en mi mente,
Como mi canción favorita,
No quiero que se valla,
Que se quede a mi lado para siempre,
Es mi mayor deseo,
Me veo entre su brazos,
Arropandome en sus caricias,
Solamente ella me sabe hacer sonreír,
Con esa alegria que me cautiva.
Es ella que me hacer respirar la vida,
Sin miedo de lo que puede ocurrir,
Me da es fuerza para segiur,
Para creer en quien soy,
Aun no le e podido decirle,
Porque ella aun no sabe que existo.

La Escribí

La escribí...
Por todos lados.
La escribí por todo el cuerpo,
En cada rincón de mi ser.
La escribí en el aire que respiro,
Por el viento que acaricia mi cara.
La escribí en mis labios,
Cada palabra tiene un tinto de ella.
La escribí en mis sueños,
Donde todavía somos felices.
La escribí en mi corazón,
Que hoy esta en pedazos.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Clean Slate

I've twisted this around,
Every which possible way.
Wipe the slate clean,
There's no other way.
You want to be friends,
After being a pale memory.
Words could never erase,
All the crap I went through.
Pain evolved into anger,
Kept inside for far too long.
I buried you deep,
In the back of my mind.
Why did you have to resurface?
Wear apologies like a shield.
Are you afraid of me?
Of what I'll say?
I'm not that naive girl anymore,
I've grown from my mistakes.
My life stopped including you,
And it’s better that way.
I'm happy with my present,
And not even you can change that.

My Chance

Time just seemed to stop,
The moment I said your name.
There was an urgency,
It poured right out of me.
I know its you that I want,
But am I asking for too much?
You see me but not the way I want,
Under the cover of friendship.
I've told myself time and again,
To be satisfied with...
To just walk away from it all,
But my heart tells me otherwise.
Can't you see the affect...
You have on me.
I want...I need to,
So much more than I've been.
I thought time was on my side,
That maybe you would come around.
Lately I feel I give too much,
Leaves me feeling empty.
But somehow I still want...still need,
A glance, a word from you.
Sometimes I feel like I've lost my way,
Wrapped up in my feelings.
But I know deep down,
That I'm worth so much more.
Still you don't see me,
This is my chance...
I've got to walk away,
While I still have a grip.
Grabbing it with both hands,
This is my moment.

At Times

At times…
It seemed too much.
I threw myself…completely,
Into it.
Denial was never an option,
The truth was on my face.
Occupying every inch…
Every second of my being.
It was all over me,
I wanted nothing more, nothing less.
I wanted, I needed,
All of it, all of the time.
That time away…solitude,
A slap of ice to my heart.
I was at a loss,
Lost without purpose.
Memories and dreams,
Were never enough to quench the thirst.
I tried to run away from it,
But it was there every waking moment.
Scratching at the surface,
To find myself again.
It’s a struggle to remain whole…to not fall apart.
But somehow deep down I find the strength,
In the song of who I was…of who I am.