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3.3k · Nov 2012
Soul In Departure
Majo Gonzalez Nov 2012
It’s all falling apart,
In a moment, in a second,
You seem to be so far,
Yet you’re here and for a reason.

When did I stop smiling
About every little thing?
When did I stop caring,
And my hopes became my fears?

But I confess I still desire
That little light to brighten
My nights, that little fire
That burned in the horizon.

So take me home
And make me yours,
Just take me home,
And hold me close.

I will make an exception
Tonight and I will forgive
You, with all your intentions
That meant to hurt me.

You’ll be here a few hours,
I don’t care if it makes me weak,
This moment will be ours,
Because you’ll be here, right next to me.

I promise I’ll let you part,
I just hope you’ll reckon
this and will keep me in heart,
Wherever in hell or heaven.
This soul is on it's way to hell or heaven, but a live woman loves it and just wants to see it one more time, forgiving everything that soul, alive, ever did to her. Even if it means her having to be weak for letting the soul in one more time, before it departs forever. I hope you like it. I'm 16, by the way.
559 · Nov 2012
Long Gone & Far Away
Majo Gonzalez Nov 2012
When you were here all my demons
were long gone & far away,
but now that you're gone,
it just looks like they're here to stay.

I don't want you to see
that I miss you,
the fact that I can't stand a day
without you.

But it was my fault to think
our love would never grow.
It was my fault to think
we weren't strong enough.

And now I see,
regretting every choice I made,
but I'm too late,
now you're long gone & far away.
415 · Dec 2012
Way Up High
Majo Gonzalez Dec 2012
The view from a window
to a city barely standing,
the view from a window
to a place that's crumbling.

Who knew this place
would end up like this?
Beautiful days,
left to reminisce.

I don't know what I'm seeing,
from way up this high.
I'm having trouble recognizing,
the place that meant my life.

The view from up here
blurs things out.
Or is it that I'm unable,
to see things clear.

I'm confused and amused,
by this adrenaline inside
me, I want to jump but,
does it have to end in suicide?

This view makes me sick,
it's so different, this place
makes me stop and think,
that's it's me, the one who's changed.
By the way, I wrote this at my dentist's office.

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