a dieta de lágrimas.
a dieta de amor.
a dieta de levantarme ilusionada.
a dieta de ti.
a dieta de ver tu cara y perderme en tus ojos.
a dieta de pensar que me quieres.
a dieta de llamarte.
a dieta de sonreir.
a dieta de esperarte.
a dieta de soñarte.
a dieta de suspirar.
a dieta de pensar en ti.
Jul 14, 2011
Jul 14, 2011 at 9:01 AM UTC
She wants to hear she is beautiful.
She’s lately been falling apart.
It’s so hard for her to smile.
She looking for something, she still doesn’t know what.
She fights her urge to cry, but finally gives in.
She really needs someone to tell her “You are beautiful”.
She wants to hear it over and over again.
Maybe that way, she won’t feel so lonely.
Maybe that way, her pain will wash away.
She wants to forget about everything, everyone.
She wants to go somewhere. Somewhere to breathe, somewhere to… heal.
Somebody help her!
Somebody love her.
Somebody hold her.
Just tell her she is beautiful.
Jul 14, 2011
Jul 14, 2011 at 8:48 AM UTC
Two minutes.
Two masochistic minutes.
Minutes that make me smile, while killing me softly.
Minutes that fool me.
Two minutes of lies.
Minutes that take me to heaven, only to make me fall harder.
Minutes that torture
Two minutes of you.
Minutes of kisses as soft as roses, but hurt like thorns.
Minutes that make me believe.
Two minutes.
Jul 14, 2011
Jul 14, 2011 at 8:40 AM UTC