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Feb 2016 · 491
Stuck in my head
Flor Boetsch Feb 2016
I´m back in this silly town,
where everything reminds me of you.
All these songs only get me down
as they bring little glimpses of you.
But if you only knew
how you take my inspiration away,
just like my self love runs dry,
and how many nights
my dreams carry your face;
you would surely think I´m mad,
cause I´m missing someone who´s never been mine.
Maybe I´m mad, maybe my hopes were too high
Jan 2016 · 1.1k
Blue, gold and brown
Flor Boetsch Jan 2016
He was all shades of blue and gold,
like the depths of the sea and the sun rays
that light up every day.

I was all greyish hues of brown,
like the abundant and common dirt.

He brought up aquatic creatures
and the most breathtaking rainbows,
while I was meant to stain and spoil.

Nevertheless, someday I realised
that differet perspectives were what I needed to find.
The sun could burn as much as the ocean could drown,
while the dirt could also be the seed´s cozy home.

Those seeds that,
being burried in the warm brown dirt,
showering in the blue water
and staring at the bright sun;
would soon raise as a strong sunflower.
When I get a crush on a guy, I have an oddly habit of lowering my self esteem, and seeing my crush as a perfect and distant person. So in this piece, I try to remind myself that nobody is perfect, not even the guy that I like, and that I have my own bright sides too. Finally I state that the thing of relations is that they are a complementation game, people in couples fill each other´s blanks. Unluckily, I´m still on the distant-sight step.
Jan 2016 · 1.1k
Thankful
Flor Boetsch Jan 2016
I´m so thankful to God,
I got the chance to meet your beautiful eyes,
I´m so thankful to God,
As you fit all my heart desires,
I just can not thank God enough,
Because it seems like you are
my other half.

You used to look untouchable to me,
like a bright star in the dark night,
but somehow you turn to be
finally in my reach.
Dec 2015 · 1.6k
Untitled
Flor Boetsch Dec 2015
The pass of the time, a simple excuse that pretended to manifest an evolution, freed her conscience from the embarrassment she had felt for her own naive past-self.
Nov 2015 · 729
Untitled
Flor Boetsch Nov 2015
She exclaimed an internal squeak,
feeling like nervous wreck,
surrounded by the tainted air
from the class of the juveniles
I wrote this few lines in chemistry class, it was originally in Spanish.
"exclamo un llanto interno rodeada en el viciado aire de una habitación rebosante de pubertad"
Nov 2015 · 4.7k
Shyness
Flor Boetsch Nov 2015
I see you walk through the room
my heart like a cocoon, blooms.
I heard you talk about the things you love
and cant help to think that we both
fit together like puzzle parts.
But then I find the hole on my path,
the dragon that protects the tower,
the darkness that fills my room.
Its that, no matter how similar we are,
how perfect I think we could be,
when shyness comes in
the distance grow further
until you cant see me.
I'm just a point in the horizon.
Oct 2015 · 876
History of the Unknown
Flor Boetsch Oct 2015
Strangers creep and float through the streets
Spirits filled with experiences
Weighted by regrets
Or elevated by happiness
Each one with a past,
They are close, but their thought seem afar
There´s one who catches your eye
Her hair is badly dyed,
Many would take time to criticize
But maybe something happened one day
Hopeful at the saloon for a change
When a call about a soul ´s demise
Took her out of the place
Forgetting about everything else
Not prepared for a loss
A mom dying with no cause
Who would stop to think about hair?
Would you see her in the same way again?
Now that you´ve opened your brain,
Now that you´ve dared to wonder?
Maybe presently, the deep blue curls
Match better with the sense
She might have felt that cold and dismal day
Maybe she should change to a red
Strong scarlet implying the anger
The feels she may get at night
Expecting mom back when she just won’t.
But I might be wrong,
My mind can have floated way too far
Trying to answer something I will never know
The history of the unknown.

Maybe I am just wrong with my guess
And she just has the worst tincture taste.
When I´m in the streets I like observing people and guessing their past, creating conjectures about their history. This popped in my mind when I was on the bus and I felt the need to write it down. Hope you enjoy it.
Oct 2015 · 748
Loneliness
Flor Boetsch Oct 2015
Loneliness is like a shadow. It is always chasing us until we are weak enough to sink in it. Some people get covered by it while they are alone, while nobody can reach them. But others, the most desperate ones, dissolve in it even when accompanied. In a matter of seconds a lonely can become darkness and blend in the multitude. This feeling of belonging to somewhere else is a constant in the hearts of the unfortunate. How many shadows can you find in a crowded room? *Are you sure you are not one?
Sometimes I feel like answering "no" to the last question.
Oct 2015 · 418
Flowers at night
Flor Boetsch Oct 2015
Let´s go look for flowers at night. Let´s get lost in the dark. Let our worries, past and sorrow float to the stars to set us free. Meanwhile, we run through the fields, searching for something we will never find. But hell, ¡we truly are having the time of our lives!
This was inspired on a story I'm writing, hope you enjoy it.

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