Brenda Galván

Brenda Galván Feb 2013

It's slow dancing with you
in the middle of the street,
or talking about our future
in the backseat.
It's watching movies
in the living room,
or slowly kissing you
in my bedroom.

It's playing outside,
or riding in your car,
it's listening to music,
or just counting your scars.

It's being with you
that made me comprehend
why people search for love all their lives
and why they cry, when it ends.

Brenda Galván Jan 2013

A Kiss

Have you ever experienced something so magical?
So unbelievably wonderful
and delightfully breathtaking?

Beautiful and precious,
That keeps you going
until the end of the day?

Fills you up with great happiness
and a needing, a wanting
for more, after it stops.

It's quite unique, that feeling.
Ever so stunning,
with an aftertaste of a marvelous sublime.

Why, I think I would spend the whole day kissing you if I could.

Brenda Galván Jan 2013

Beautiful, Unfortunate Soul.

Hello.
I know we don't talk.
And I know we've stop seeing each other.
But, I can't stop thinking about you.
After I heard what happened to you, I don't know what to do with myself.

I know you're strong.
And I know you can do this.
I admire your courage.
Because I wouldn't be as strong as you.

I guess it true what they say: "Sometimes it rains harder on the people who least deserve it."
Only 15.
So young and so full of life.
So pretty and so wonderful.

My thoughts and prayers go out to you,
beautiful girl.
Such an unfortunate soul.

For a friend with lukemia.

Brenda Galván Jan 2013

Writing

It comes naturally to me.
My passion, my pleasure.
It always has.
I can make up stories in seconds;
I can make you awe in minutes;
I can entertain you for hours.
Stories about princesses and princes,
Young people falling in and out of love,
Magic or no magic.
Past, present, future.
Writing has always come naturally to me.

Brenda Galván Jan 2013

Jealousy

Words, everything is unheard,
no actions, everything is absurd .
The things you say make me doubt ,
wondering what it's all about.
And now I'm here, alone, with pen and paper
while you're there with a girl named Gwen or Jen.
It makes me ponder,
and I so wonder, if you're still with me
or with her.
Can I trust you?
There's nothing I can do,
I've got you like the flu.
There's nothing I can say,
so instead, I'm writing this essay.
Making me lose my mind,
losing all my senses, going blind.
I'm way too young
and honestly, it's like I'm losing a lung.
This jealousy is killing me,
it's drowning me like the sea.
I'm done with all of this,
but I still need that kiss.

Brenda Galván Jan 2013

Red Blue Feelings

roses are red,
violets are blue
my eyes are tired
knowing it all can't be true

roses are red,
violets are blue
I'm filled with dread
and it's sticked like glue

roses are red,
violets are blue
I want it all out of my head
maybe down at my shoes

and so roses are red
and violets are, of course, blue
feelings are better of dead
one of these days, I'll lock them in a box
and not let them through.

Brenda Galván Jan 2013

Rainbow

I really want to thank you,
For not letting me be blue.
For filling me up with feelings
Of reds and yellows
And making of me, a complete rainbow.