The end is nearing but please don't cry
please don't worry we all have to die.
My time has come, the story must end
you were my lover, my best friend.

Quiero llegar a encontrar una vez más
Eso que en su momento me llegó a asombrar
Y que perdí un día sin más
A lo que aún no me puedo acostumbrar

Quiero decir que me hiciste dudar
Si algún día yo sentiré igual
Aunque es de suponer que así pasará

Vida nueva es dejar salir
Todo lo que está adentro de mi
Esas palabras que muchas veces tuve que callar
Por ese gran miedo a fracasar
Ahora que no me queda más
Que escribir en poemas lo que en mi mente hay

He llegado a dudar si algún día pensarás
En todo aquello que dejaste pasar
Y así mismo tu me hablarás
Y una vida nueva ya he de llevar.

I want your name engraved on my skin,
so I can never sweat you out, wash you off.

Permanence. That’s what I want.
The American version of commitment.

This is what I want:
To hibernate with you for a winter.

Taking solace in your presence.
Permanence in our own special cave.

High school drama matters more to people than petty theft.
Let the play begin. Draw those curtains, *******.
Let’s roll one and smoke it.

Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again