The aspect,
that shows our beauty, discipline, self-esteem, and that we
get up and move around.
The aspect,
that shows we fight
our desires and go back to our graces.
The aspect,
where our muscle holds our strength and our thin waist shows
our beauty.
It is exposed all around as we put our hands on our
torso and feel our ribs and abs that are perfect to others.
The aspect,
that gets easily ruined as
we let go of our happiness.
It has been taken away.
We become depressed and food is our only angel.
The aspect,
that rounds and widens
as time changes,
routines sail away.
We jump back into the water
and the circles are wider than ever.
The aspect,
that no longer makes us a size two.
We look in the mirror,
we stand, stare at our reflection, and cry.
We say to our body,
*******.
We know the reason why,
but we can't bear the truth to take the blame.
Remember how it is what is on the inside that is cared for,
so we feel no shame.
The aspect,
that shall never define,
our self-esteem, our confidence, our discipline, and beauty.
The aspect,
that makes us insecure,
when we look around the agora,
we feel as if we are the biggest.
It is all in our heads,
our bodies are all different.
We take care of it,
though it is not the sum,
to our greatness,
and wisdom,
and love.

Hurt penetrate.
This much we are informed about.
So, why make a heart painful.
And that person less emotional.

No amount of words can soothe it.
Ask a heart broken soul?
And they will prove it.
A pierce heart isn't worth the sword going through it.

Like a dagger with jagged edges.
It leaves a reminder that's far from love.
A pierce heart nobody want.

When she hurt.
Oh, I hurt too.
When she cries.
Oh, I cry too.
Hers on the outside to see.
Mine on the inside within me.

But she know, I'm there for my woman.
Whenever she needs me.
Whatever she needs me?
I'm there for my woman.

During the good times.
When we laughing together.
She aware that Ill be here forever.
When many think my love for her would fade.
They found out, I'm her strongest support system.

I'm there for my woman.
And she doesn't always have to call.
I'm there for m,y woman.
During winter, spring, summer and fall.

Lá bem no fundo, no escuro; o tédio, a mágoa e uma tristeza de sonhos irrealizáveis. Sonhos esses impossíveis de esquecer e por quem existe sempre uma profunda e verdadeira lágrima. Porque será que apenas nos apercebemos do verdadeiro valor do que possuímos somente quando o perdemos.

do you know what it's like
to be bone dry thirsty
with every shimmering drink
at your eager fingertips
all there calling for just
                                             a sip
but this drink will slow you
and this helps to forget
while after a wetter while
the next one becomes daily  
                                                   habit
so you sit in the sand    
and suffer cracked lips
a peeling parched throat  
and the frayed ends of
                                            wit
fighting the urge of
      one
               little
                         sip

He is he
   And I am I

Two threads of fate
   That do not tie

And all were are

Are two clocks
   That do not tick in unison

Nobody knows how ICE feels like cause everybody knows how the COLD feels like. Even alphabetically, its been proven that LOVE doesn't start with a Kiss; it starts with an "L".

#‎And just because you turned 18: doesn't mean your skirt should be higher then a GAS price...