Rosy cheeks
Green eyes and soft brown hair

Beautiful boy
Lost boy

Cold eyes stare
Delicate cherry pink lips touch his rosy cheeks

I'm green with envy
A cherry tree comes to blossom

Let's tell our secrets to the moon:

We can talk about whatever is on your mind

I'll wonder deeply through your glances

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On cold nights,

I'll drink warm milk

On cold nights,

I'll be thinking about you

On cold nights,

I'll need you.

Como cuando la arena quema y te da igual porque sabes que corres hacia el mar, asi deberiamos vivir.....

- no se donde encontré esta cita pero me encanta.

"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived".

Walden by Henry David Thoreau

Today I'm older
I'm bolder

I'll live near the city
and I'll see all the things I dreamed about in my sleep

When I'm
younger...
I'll live by the sea
and I'll see all the things you talked about in your sleep

"Let me walk you home from school".....

"Let me drive you to work"....

"I suppose you need a ride"..

Let's walk by the sea
Let's swim near the shore

Cold coffee reminds me of our past.
Our bittersweet past.

Warm coffee reminds me of our love.
Full of hope and new beginnings.

I look into your eyes:
They tell me something you don't want me to know.
I know how it goes.
I don't listen anymore.

Maybe we'll go out for breakfast
or talk about it in our sleep.
Maybe we'll meet again when life gets hard to do

On another planet, I loved you before.
On another planet, our coffee was warm.

hEY Mr. STARgazer
Dad loves stars, but hates darkness.
Mom loves driving, but  hates traffic.
Brother loves, but can't forgive.
Professor loves questioning, but  won't answer a simple question.
Love has a fascination for  eyes, but not when their teary.
You say you love the sun, but you hate getting burned.

                  Hey Mr. Stargazer, have you ever noticed how people only love the best version of, well, everything? They ignore the truth. Beauty comes from sacrifice. A calm soul comes from a suffering past, a bright starry night comes from a million stars imploding.