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I sit at the window
And watch the rain fall
As the puddles grow bigger
And my heart just grows small.

I pushed all my feelings
Way too far down
So they can't be let go
And I can't make a sound.

I wish I could cry
Or just tell a friend
And maybe my pain
Will all come to an end

But my eyes will not cry
And my mouth will not speak
The feelings that torture me,
Inside, so deep.

I need a release
So I just watch the rain
That's crying my tears
And releasing my pain

Forget all that hurts me
That I've kept all inside
And focus on the puddles
Gathering rain while I hide.
 Jan 2019 Bless Senora
Digging myself a grave,
within my heart
where all my secrets are kept..
where the corruption spreads,
and the numbing pain remains.

Digging myself a grave,
within treasured memories
of an incomparable time..
where my world felt endless,
and the weightlessness remains.

Digging myself a grave,
within my soul
where the needles poke..
where the reason dwells,
and the labyrinth remains.
 Jan 2019 Bless Senora
one day,
we will reunite
beneath the blossoming
of the flowers that have awoken.

The songs of the church bell
will ring from a place afar,
we won't race towards it -
no, we are happy right where we are
because the sun is resting
upon our frozen cheeks,
and our souls are at peace.

We will share tales
of our pasts and families,
that we will no longer return to -
let us pluck the petals
from each and every flower
that we have set our sights upon,
and it shall drift onwards
floating across seas of clear blue,
and mountains of longful beauty.

Sitting in a circle,
our smiles at their brightest
and our laughter at its loudest -
one day we will reunite
but for now,
your love runs dry
it always rains
you’re the reason
for my worst days
the blues I choose
the shades of gray
you paint the sky
on my darkest days
I hate you most
but I hate the way
you’re still the sun
on my perfect days
you are
totally right.
I'm as dry as
a desert, I'm a dead
empty land. I used to be
a  jungle  when  the  clouds
where by my side, and now that
they are gone, my trees, my dreams
they dried and died. Because of this,
nothing grows inside of me, there is
only silence and despair. I can't feel
what  I  write,  I  barely  feel alive
I want to feel human again
Oh god, I really miss
the rain
Es frustrante tener  las palabras pero no el tiempo y luego tener el tiempo y no recordar las palabras
 Nov 2018 Bless Senora
of us
 Nov 2018 Bless Senora
there was a tragedy written in the stars
of you and i and how all that we had loved
had turned to dust
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