I've written it all, the sound of a heart that breaks
The steps of a soul that goes away
The silence between our space
I've left it all on the paper
So why is my heart still breaking?
Why is your soul still running away from me?
Why is the silence between us becoming louder?
I'm still writing it all on the paper
I carry a heart that breaks when your back turns
I carry a soul that slowly dies when you smile less
I am a sound that shouts with each steps you put between us
I'm still writing it on the paper
To the broken heart
To the empty souls
To those with silent tears in the distance
I will write it all on the paper
Nov 21, 2024
Nov 21, 2024 at 4:58 AM UTC
À ces âmes qui rendent nos sourires plus beaux,
À ces amitiés qui se tissent au fil du temps et résistent aux tempêtes,
Tempêtes qui emportent souvenirs et précieux moments,
Que je suis reconnaissante de vous avoir dans ma vie,
Oh vous, mes plus belles.
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To those souls who make our smiles brighter,
To those friendships who grow with time and stand storms,
Storms that carry away memories and precious moments,
How grateful I am to have you in my life,
Oh, you, my most beautiful souls âmes.
Aug 27, 2024
Aug 27, 2024 at 3:56 PM UTC
And when you die, die with no regrets
For death does not take appointments.
Walk that road, sing those notes,
Smile a little bit, cry a little bit more,
Hug often, eat that sandwich,
Run that marathon, drink those life's delights,
Walk when the sun sets,
For you might not be here when it rises.
And when you die, die with no regrets
For death does not take appointments.
Jul 26, 2024
Jul 26, 2024 at 6:24 AM UTC
To Be Loved is To Be Seen
To be loved is to feel like the center of the universe
To be loved is to be held
To be loved is to be heard
To be loved is to be cared for
To be loved is to allow that inner voice to calm you down
To be loved is to allow those suppressed feelings to soar
To be loved is to carry your burdens with intention
To be loved is to see what's called ugly in a new light
To be loved is to feel the chill rain on a hot day
To be loved is to be offered a cup of tea or coffee when it's cold
To be loved is to smile, and really smile
To be loved is to be kind
To be loved is to be cherished
To be loved is to see your reflection and somehow, somehow love it
To be loved is to see yourself in others with light and love
To be loved is to be given the choice to choose
To be loved is to choose
To be loved is to be free
To be loved is to be here
To be loved is to say it, show it and live it
So believe me when I say "I love you", you are to be loved <3
May 1, 2024
May 1, 2024 at 4:47 AM UTC
This heart is hurtin' a lil' bit
Is it the snow all out or the cold inside?
I can't tell the difference
Because this heart is hurtin' a lil bit
Apr 30, 2024
Apr 30, 2024 at 2:05 PM UTC
I grieve a love from a dream I had last night
I grieve a smile from a person I saw yesterday
I grieve a hug I let go a little bit earlier
I grieve a hand I didn't hold, afraid it goes away
Then it went, and now I grieve a love from a dream
I grieve harmonies we never sang
I grieve gazes from lost eyes,
Eyes that will never lock into each other's sights
I grieve stolen glances, brief smiles and deep looks
I grieve a love from a poem I never wrote
I grieve a song from a heart I never loved
I grieve a melody from a guitar I never played
I grieve a breeze from a wind I never felt
I grieve a silence from a noise I never heard
I grieve tears from moments I never lived
I grieve life from memories I never made
I grieve a love from a dream I never dreamt
Apr 30, 2024
Apr 30, 2024 at 2:04 PM UTC
Your Love is like a Rose with Thorns
I am not sure what I see is the Red of Your Rose
Or the Red of my Blood
Because I am not sure if my hands touched the Rose
Or the Thorns
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To Love You is to Love a Red Rose
The Red of my blood blend in so well
With the Red of Rose
Because every time my hands reach out for your Heart
All they hold are the scorching thorns on the Rose
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I'll write to you when I can
But the ink will be my blood
Because these hands bleed every time they reach out
Reach out for You
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Feb 22, 2024
Feb 22, 2024 at 1:28 PM UTC
I pray the next girl in your life gets the flowers I never got.
I pray that she doesn’t have to guess if you love her or not.
I pray you tell her every day, every time you get the opportunity to.
I pray you hold her hand in public.
I pray you understand her more.
I pray that she finds her happiness.
I pray that she doesn’t smile less as days go by.
I pray she doesn’t forget what love is, feels like when she is with you.
I pray she doesn’t become lonely even when she is not alone.
I pray you become present in that present, instead of promising a present in a future no one is guaranteed to see.
I pray she learns how to love herself before loving you.
I pray she has a heart that understands but that also knows when it’s time to speak up.
I pray she has the courage to tell you words and sentences I didn’t have the courage to say.
I pray she stays because she wants to, not because she doesn't have any other option.
I pray she feels like loving you is an exciting adventure, not a gloomy experience to endure.
I pray you give her your attention because your money won’t.
I pray you look into her eyes and see her because your absence will scream louder if she’s unseen.
I pray she finds in her heart to love you with a love that only God provides.
I pray she is proud to be your woman.
I pray she is happy.
I pray she is fulfilled.
I pray she receives flowers, not just on her birthday.
I pray she receives hugs and lunch gifts, not just on your birthdays.
I pray she doesn’t have to hide who she is, out of fear of not fitting in your world.
I pray she doesn't cry herself to sleep because you are not around.
I pray for her, even if I don’t know her.
I pray she is happy.
Jan 21, 2024
Jan 21, 2024 at 4:49 PM UTC
They fired a bullet in the Wall,
Light entered through the hole in the wall
It was dark in her prison cell
One that she didn't know was hell.
But the light was there
Shining, Reflecting in her darkness
Could she see beyond her walls?
Could she carry her light beyond the night?
It was a bet she was willing to take
Now that she has seen what light looked like
Through that Bullet in The Wall
Fired in the Cold Night of Purpose.
Oct 16, 2023
Oct 16, 2023 at 4:10 PM UTC
I wrote a letter to the Sun
With the Hope that each word turns gold
Once it was burned by my lover.
When it reached my lover, all He did was
Change every word in thousands of drops of rain.
My letter got carried away by a cloud
Once that got angry when chased by the wind
My letter asked my lover:
"Did I love the stars you gave me right?
Did I give them everything now?
Now that they killed all the Manes and cut all the trees?
Tell me Love, tell me,
Did I love them right?
Now that they no longer care about Nature, My Daughter?"
My Lover said nothing. He burned my letter and changed it
To Thousands of Drops of Rain.
Sep 6, 2023
Sep 6, 2023 at 6:55 AM UTC