I had an empty heart with much room
It was not for rent nor for sale
You came to me saying
"I have an offer you cannot refuse"
I seen happiness within you & thought you'd share it with me too
You walked right in & made yourself at home
Not worrying about the broken doors, shattered windows, & the floor boards with loose screws
You seen potential in my heart as I seen in you
You remodeled, painted & furnished your new home the way you pleased
Living comfortably & peacefully within my heart, with no worries in sight
Everything is fixed, everything is just right
There's no more work to be done
So we thought..

"Love me first and I will send you a love as pure as mine" my Devine creator said. "Because the love you seek and desire lies beneath me. But what is within me, lies with you as well. Love thee and thyself before any." This love I have inside is more than many. A heart so big and at times too heavy. In need of a partner that is strong enough to help me carry.

Love is an art, only dreamed and imagined by an artist
Creating the beauty of a world we have always wished to live
Delicate pastel colored strokes overflowing the canvas
Each piece of emotion into one masterpiece
Transforming a long lost memory into an every lasting reality

With each step, my roots spread through the ground
When our palms touch it's a feeling that I wish had no end

Do you hear that sound?
It's a melody; it is home saying,
"My darling, you have been found"

I arrive to you; greeted with open arms
As if I never left and always stuck around

The comfort of your warm golden silk sheets
The sound of your voice; nothing can compare

It's a lullaby like no other; peacefully I sleep while you sing to me underneath the stars

A place that holds me tight; each time gets harder to say goodbye
Yet reminding me every night
"My darling, everything will be alright. Please, don't cry"

No matter how far or how long we are apart I feel your love deep within my heart

"I give you the moon"
When I look at it I feel your essence

Hearing you whisper within the breeze
"Remember, I am always with you"

I see my dreams within each of your waves "You know I wish you could stay, I wouldn't want it any other way"

Back to reminiscing to the synchronized rhythm of our heartbeats

As we dance barefoot on the sand and our souls intertwine

At that very moment I knew, "I wish to never let go of you hand"

Cuanto quisiera un amor de esos
que te erisan el bello de tu piel
y te hace sentir mariposas en tu vientre.

La bellesa de un amor que no se puede obtener.

El amor que sola mente se vive en novelas y peliculas.

Pero cuanto uno quisiera obtenerlo.

La triste realidad
es que el amor como esos casi nunca ocurren.

Amores como aquellos no son impossible, pero tampoco son perfectos.

No son amores que nacen de un dia para el otro, ni entran a tu vida de sorpresa.

Y si asi es, esa esencia no durara mucho tiempo.

Todos quisieramos una historia de amor perfecta.
Pero la perfection no existe.

La bellesa de un amor verdarero
es aquel que te calienta.
Asi sea con amor, sensualidad o enojo.

Aquel amor que te deja bajar la guarda
para aceptar y quererse uno a el otro
tal y como son sin temor ninguno.

Aquel amor donde aunque sean diferentes
se unan a ayudarse crecer y mejorarse.

Aquel amor donde puedan llorar y hablar de temas juntos.

Aquel amor que nunca duda
aun cuando el sol ya no brille
y pase una tormenta.

Un amor que mantiene fé, esperanza, y sobre todo amor puro, honesto y verdadero.

I cannot concentrate
I sit here and contemplate
What if
What if things weren't so black and white
What if things were gray
What if things were transparent
Crystal clear
Like looking through a crystal ball
Seeking for fortune
Searching for future solutions
"To let go" Is my new years resolution
To my confusion
As well as the conclusion
To those things
I will let go

Tis the season to be jolly; yet, all things seem to be falling
Falling out of the sky like snowflakes on a winter night
A winter night with a cold breeze that sends shivers down our spine
It's cold, it's dark, it's dry...
The only thing that's wet is the snow that falls and melts on our faces
Just like the tears that we cry
Tis the season, there's nothing left to do but, face it
No matter how much we try; there seems to be no changes
Running fast on the snow-covered pavement
Take a look back and see the steps from where we began
Take a look at where we are now
Look how far we've made it
Keep running
Running, like it's a race
Not running out of breath and giving up on first place
You must be more careful
After all, tis the season where snow and ice will guarantee a great fall

You are gone like the wind
It blew every piece of you far away
To a place so far in which I cannot chase
Reality is I have no time to waste in chasing something that was never my fate
The memory of your face, touch & smell
All of those memories in which I no longer dwell on
The wind has gone
I have moved on
To a new smile, feeling, and love
A kind, genuine, and gentle love
The kind that loves me unconditionally
One that loves every single piece of me
The good, the bad, the great, the terrible
A love so true, that is untearable
Because with you I was torn
Yet this new love of mine picked up the pieces and put them back together
Together we are better
I am better
He is better
We are better together
Now, I say my goodbyes forever
See you never
You are gone with the wind
I have chosen to let God in

She was afraid of opening up.
Because those who have entered did not respect her temple.
They did not make it their home.
Instead, they made a mess and stole all of those lovely things she once wanted to share.

She sits in her home now-- what's left of it; all alone in the dark, surrounded by four walls.
The roof is missing and there are no doors.

There is no escaping this place but, it's the only place she's ever known; she now calls it home.

She sings, she dances, and she prays for better days.

As the nights approach she realizes that just like yesterday, there's no one in sight to save her.

It seems to be getting colder and the rain is starting to pour.
But, where can she go if her home no longer has doors.

She has no choice but, to contemplate her life and continue to pray.

It's getting to cold for her to breath and the water is building up.

She's frozen and unable to move; unable to swim or stay afloat.
Even if she could float, how long would she last?

Not long enough until the water evaporates.
Not long enough to make it.

She's given up.
She's disappeared before the water has.

She's given up.
No one is coming to save her.
But she cannot blame them.
Her home no longer had doors for anyone to enter. Even if it did, no one would even come to visit with the mess that's been left.

Her heart, soul and body are too cold for hands to touch. She's too cold for anyone to hold her; too cold for anyone to warm her.

With her last breath she says, "I would've been able to put up a better fight if someone was brave enough to stand by my side."

It's too late now; there is nothing left of her but, ice.

Hello, hello
It has been a while
It has been a while since I've been here
Since I've been there
The place of solitude
The place of solitude in which my Inspiration comes from
I have been away
Lost & locked away
In a place in which I have found my way
A place in which I have found & realized
I was never lost in the first place
If you were looking
Here I am
Same old me
With a new mind & spirit
A brand new me
Yet the person I once was
Before this cruel world shook me

I have found my light
In the darkest of nights
I would stay up until sunrise
Putting up a fight
If you must know
I have won the the battle
There is not one nor a thousand in which I cannot handle
I am not alone & I never was
I am not just one
I am all of us
I fight for you & I fight for me
I fight for every living thing
Now I am back & on my feet
I give thanks to God for allowing me to be me
To be free
To be the
The bee of honey
So sweet & nurturing
Yet ready to sting
To give it's life for what it believes
Get lost with me
Let's be free together
Rise up & fly my fellow bumble bees
Many aren't aware of how important we are
But together we'll show the world without us they cannot be who they are

I knew you before knowing you.
It's like the saying, "Namaste".
I knew you before knowing you.
My soul recognized yours and yours recognized mine.

Perhaps I'm overthinking.
But, my heart knows well.
I assume you may feel this too.

It's like magic, or perhaps a spell.
A feeling of hypnosis and a feeling so real.

The night we met was unreal.
Until this day, I believe we met for a reason.
My only hope, although unexpected and unexplained..
Is for us to remain and not change like the seasons.

So many reasons and little time.

Blood spilled like a glass of wine at three o'clock in the morning.
The stain it leaves on a white carpet.
Wine and water
Blood and wine
...

Take me high,
Then take me low.
Experiment with gravity.
Go with the flow.

Hold me tight.
Don't let go.
Up to the sky,
Then to the floor.

It's like a high,
I'm needing more.
I'll hold you down;
I'll hold you close.

Just close the door.
And I am yours.

You're a flower, my darling.
Let them water you.

You grab the attention of many.
It's something about your essence.

Your beauty shines so bright that even the blind can sense your presence.

Those who cherish you will not tear you away from your roots for their own selfish reasons.

They will admire you from any distance.

They'll let you grow without persistence.

They'll water you with tears; tears of pure joy.

They'll nurture you with smiles as warm as sun light.

Those moments will spread into seeds.

Those seeds will flourish into many little dreams.

Their roots intertwined with yours; making you whole.

You were once a flower, my darling.
Now you're a garden.

Look how beautifully you've grown.

You are what many see but, very few will call home.

There's no love like a honey bee; the only true love of thee.

You are so sweet yet, so bitter to those who don't appreciate your taste.

That's why the one's that understand you, love you.

You are a flower, my darling.

Beautiful and filled with thorns.

Not because you want to but, that's just the way the world was formed.

Just like the honey bee; cute and with a sting.

No one appreciates the things they cannot understand beyond what they see.

But you, my darling.
You have something no amount of money can buy.

But those who take the time will make gold with the love that you provide.

Love is always blind to those who do not see beyond the naked eye.

You're a flower, my darling.

Although you may not be able to fly.

Your essence flows throughout the sky; and in no time many of you will arise.

I loved you.
Who am I kidding;
I still love you.

Oh, how much I love you.
So much--
that although I'm the reason;
The reason we're now apart,
I save all of these things I'd wish to share with you.

I look through the variety of photos I have of you.
Your many faces--
the smiles, laughs, and goofy ones too.
All of which makes me miss you.

I hope you understand that my love is pure and true;
Even when I'm angry and rude.

You wouldn't understand if I explained what causes these things.
In this case you are not the one to blame.

We've been through so much and we both seem to have gone insane.
We love each other so much and can no longer endure the pain.

One minute it's bright and the next is pitch black.

It's like we're afraid of the dark and not knowing the unseen, that makes us come back to the very same thing.

At this time we're quarantined.
Not just you and I, but nation wide.
I've been taking this time to self-reflect and analyze.

Some of the things I've done brought chaos to paradise.
And others, you've done that have brought me heartache which left me paralyzed.

Maybe, when all of this comes to an end;
Maybe, we'll both realize--
only the strong survive.

Felíz día de los muertos y día de tu cumpleaños.
El día que celebramos tú día de vida y también el día de los que departaron de esta tierra.
Ambos son importantes.
La vida, específicamente el día que llegaste a este mundo.
A igual la muerte de nuestros queridos y todos que se les acabaron el tiempo.
En este día de supuesta oscuridad hay luz que brilla como la luna llena.

When you look back to the previous year do not dwell on the things that have gone wrong, plans that did not go as planned, people who didn't stick around for the upcoming year; your next chapter, your new journey.

When you look back and think those things have gone wrong for a reason; to make way for a blessing or to teach you a valuable lesson.

I want you to look back and think those plans did not go as planned because although that's what you wanted, it is not what you needed.

I want you to look back and think those people who walked away from you no longer served a purpose in your life.

The universe has a funny way of annually cleaning up our lives to renew it; renew ourselves, our worth, and surroundings for spiritual growth.

You've made it this far; another day, another year... you are still here.

You're stronger than you think and you'll get stronger throughout the year.

Do not give up. Your blessings are yet to come; they are very near.

It's not affection they look for but, much needed attention.
That's what love seems to feel like these days.
They seek the many benefits with no effort put into it.
Lack of emotional intelligence because they see no use for it.
But, what is love without it when you don't work for the best of it?
They want company but, not commitment.
The convenience to have you just when they need it.
To hold and to kiss you for their own selfish reasons.
A title to be given and taken like fashion styles for the seasons.
They are not here for a long time but, simply, for a good time.
When the time has run out and they've caused an energy drought.
They'll leave as quickly as they came and do another round.