Tengo ganas de estar
Cerca de ti
Para sentirte en el cuerpo
Para que toques con el pelo
Y siento su ligera presión de dedo
Para expresar algo profundo como antes
Antes de este momento

Estoy enamorada con una fantasía
Con un hombre que ahora no existe
No le he visto por mucho tiempo
Y es como un nube en el cielo
La forma en que puede tranformarle
A causa del tiempo y el viento
Es impresionante como cambia tan rápido
Justo en frente de los ojos abiertos

Es duro para sentir completa
Sin otra media

It's easier to vent here,
Where the people that find what you have to say worth hearing - can, and do listen.

Maybe if I used auto-tune
When speaking about how I feel.
Or used catchy lingo
And played a sick beat
You
Would
H e a r
Me.

This whirlpool of useless words,
A point made a thousand times over -
Speaks no louder than a whisper
T(w)o ears that are closed.

To an aspiring author,

You may not realize it yet,
But you are a legend.
These words that you are writing,
These words that are a reflection
Of your soul
Of your beliefs
Of your passions
They will become your legacy.

These words that are falling from your pen
Like meteors falling to earth
Like snow falling to the ground
Like rage and sorrow and joy and hope
They will inspire millions in years to come.

My dearest author,

You may not realize it yet,
But your words are eternal
And your stories are everlasting.
As long as they are on paper
As long as they are on a screen
As long as they are written
They will become your legacy
And your legacy will become you.

Author,

You may not realize it yet,
But though your life may fade
And your breath may perish
Your words will last forever
Graven into paper
Etched into the world.