I used to love candles...
Loved the way they glow,
A tiny dancing ballerina rising from the flame,
I used to love candles,
Loved the way they smell,
The comforting scent filling up the air,
Making a house a home,
I hate the sight of candles...
It's now a sign of mourning,
A sign of absence
a sign of eternal sadness,
I hate the smell of candles,
That flickering flame was snuffed,
Yet another reminder there's hollow in your eyes,
I loved the warmth of candles..
Filling my space with its light,
But now I hate blue candles,
Ice blue cold to the touch just like they found you

I'm sorry while I disappear..
It's the only thing that's real,
I'm sorry I don't wanna feel,
I'm killing all my sudden fears,
With absence,

I'm sorry if it's been too long,
Since the last time we have spoken,
I don't really have an explanation,
For all of my broken vibrations,

But disappearing is the only thing I'm good at,
Always running,
Always becoming,
Someone new,
Someone you don't know,

And maybe being a ghost is where I feel the most comfortable,
Because I have always been here... In body,
But my mind has always been gone,

Lost in space,
Lost in time,
Lost in all that could have beens,
I'm sorry that I disappear because it makes me feel unreal,
And I like it

He had blue eyes,
blue like the sky,
He had red hair,
Red like the sun,

I have brown eyes,
Brown tiger eye stones,
I have black hair,
Dark as the night in a starless sky,

But he had blue eyes,
Cold icy blues,
And he had red hair,
Fiery like his anger,

I have pink lips,
Pink like the scars you left me,
And I have red nails,
****** like this love you gave me,

He had blue eyes,
Broken Blues,
And he left me broken..
Broken like a bruise

I don't look at baby blues the same again,
Broken baby blue eyes leave you crying like an expanded ocean

CANELA
Es piel canela,
Labios de miel,
Es el azucar que tomo en mi té,
Es pelo largo,
Ojos castaños,
Es el calor que extraño en mis Brazos,
Es sonrisa de luz,
Ardiente como el sol,
Es amor calmada como la noche y la luna,
Son carisias que me empapa,
Y el agua que lleña mi sed

CINNAMON
It's cinnamon skin,
Honey lips,
It's the sugar I drink in my tea,
It's long hair,
Dark brown eyes,
It's the warmth I miss in my arms,
It's a smile of light,
Burning like the sun,
It's love calm like the night and the moon,
It's caresses that engulf me,
And the water that fills my thirst

Yo soy la hija querida,
La hija perdida,
La hija mayor,
Valiente como un soldado,

Mama es la manzana de donde yo cae,
Mama es la piedra pesada que no pude tirar,

Yo soy la hija amada
La hija malvada,
La hija que tira puños sin una espada,

Lo que madre no sabe es todo mi ardiente me lo quede a mi misma,
Para no darle el sabor de todo mi dolor,

Yo soy la hija chiquita,
La desapareceda,
Yo soy la hija que nunca llora enfrente de otros,
Que se va sin dejar huellas,

Lo que madre no sabe es que en mi orgullo quede tan herida,

Yo soy la hija salvaje,
La antisocial que se siente atrapada entre las paderes,

Lo que madre no sabe es que tenia vergueñza porque me converti en algo que hoy detesto,

Pero yo soy la hija calliente en la calléjera,
La hija al pendiente,
La hija que nunca falta ni tira falsos

-WHAT MOTHER DOESN'T KNOW -
I am the loved daughter,
The lost daughter,
The eldest daughter,
Brave as a soldier,

Mom is the apple from which I fell from,
Mom is the heavy stone that I couldn't throw,

I am the beloved daughter,
The evil daughter,
The daughter who throws fists without a sword,

What mother doesn't know is that all my ardor I kept to myself,
So as not to give her a taste of all my pain,

I am the tiny daughter,
The missing one,
I am the daughter who never cries in front of others,
Who leaves without a trace,

What mother doesn't know is that my pride was hurt and I was left deeply wounded,

I am the savage daughter,
The antisocial one who feels trapped between walls,


What mother doesn't know is that I was ashamed because I became something that I despise today,

But I am the hot-headed daughter roaming the streets,
The attentive daughter,
The daughter who never misses or throws a false claim

-PrimaJean
(English translation version)

Ya, I'm sad girl,
I'm a hurt girl,
Sink to the bottom,
Float to the top girl,
Because I want more,
Even though I'm still sore,
I can't play at the bottom and let it soak,
Cut my oxygen but I'll never croak,
Hold all my pain back in a chokehold,
Yes I'm a bad *****,
Got that mad itch,
Dont step over my toes I'll make your eye twitch,
The blood on my hands,
I had em wiped clean,
And there's nothing more they can take from me,
I had nothing to lose,
Everything to gain,
And life's just another roller coaster another gamble in this card game.

My hands are hard and callous,
Veins swollen,
Skin's tight,
I can barely close my fist,
My fingers stiff and unaligned,
Each knuckle bares a scar,
From each tooth and chin I made contact with,
Arthritic, numb, & unapologetic,
Sore fists still swinging blows,
Although it hurts to use them...
Stubborn is the host,
And even if these hands are battered,
When I draw blood it's the moment I savor the most,
I'm quick to anger,
There is no cool off until a blood vessel is expanded,
I'm cold with malice,
These hands are calloused,
Don't **** with me if you ain't ready for the bleed