Y es que vuelves a mis pensamientos
Que sera esto que estoy sintiendo ?
Como cuando el mar golpea con olas fuertes
Entras derrepemte, sin avisar a mi mente.

Sombra que me persige que no puedo palpar
Te pienso, te siento y casi que te puedo tocar
Mas tocarte es solo ideas, parte de una fantasia
Ilogica, demente, pero sera erronea mi agonia?

Es que vienes y te vas
Y apareces una vez mas
Eres sombra oscura
La vida se me hace dura!

Pero esa sombra es a veces Brillante
Es la luz de tu belleza sin duda despampanante
Y me olvido si tu presencia hace mi vida dura
Porque mi ilucion de verte, es fantasia que perdura

I am
What isn't.
I am
What is.
The hero.
The villian.
The perspective is what makes the difference.
I told them I would lead
Ever since the day my heart began to bleed.
That is why I can't give up, for the world is upon my shoulders.
Its time for a new DA Vinci.
Who will be my Rome?
The masterpiece in the making.
Who will be my home?
The heart has an easy way of making things seem strictly out of proportion,
Only to have the boundaries changed to save face.
I am
What isn't.
I am
What is.
A lover. A fighter. A realist. A survivor.
I am human and because of that, I am beyond the Universe.

To the trees, to sun
to birds and the ways of love
to breath - I thank you

its troublesome still.
is it ever achievable?
in this lifetime,
scarcely.
I wish to attain it
unconditional love
but Im selfish and mostly want it for myself
to lay my head on your lap when I don't feel like being strong anymore
it's hard sometimes in hard times to convince myself its all going to be fine
when it's all so rough
the friction distills
strains.
kills.
it's troublesome still
to not have a place to rest my anxious head.
to rely on a God whom I can't feel
nor touch
even though I know you're there
it's troublesome still.
because I need some sort of touch
a stroke
so as to leave a coded memory
embroidered on my skin
as a constant reminder that
I am
in fact
not alone.

I must not gaze at them although
Your eyes are dawning day;
I must not watch you as you go
Your sun-illumined way;

I hear but I must never heed
The fascinating note,
Which, fluting like a river reed,
Comes from your trembing throat;

I must not see upon your face
Love's softly glowing spark;
For there's the barrier of race,
You're fair and I am dark.

The ice maiden cometh.
Partied with her sun, perhaps.
A warning perhaps.
As continents are getting hotter
Encountered solar flash.
As in the atmosphere burns.
Icy spirits fly through December's sullen skies.

Eyes all out for Ison.
To see if she survived suns purge.
Or if like Earth she is destroyed.
Evaporated into gas!
By ladylivvi1

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