She wishes for different colored eyes,
"Blue's just overrated"
She wishes for thinner thighs,
Her legs leave her aggravated,

"My stomach is so gigantic"
She says while halfway frowning,
"My ****'s just too titanic"
In low self esteem she's drowning,

Compliments a'plenty,
I try to prove her wrong,
I love her more than any-
thing, that's why I wrote this song,

I say you're beautiful,
Everyday I make sure to,
But your mirror and your mind,
They're playing tricks on you,

You're so **** perfect,
Yet you live life without
Thinking you're worth it,
I admit, it freaks me out

When your insecurities,
Keep bad thoughts afloat,
But the cure to me,
Might be in this song I wrote

I say it's gonna be okay,
Everyday I make sure to,
But your mirror and your mind
Are playing tricks on you.

So my sister was born today
And we chose her name as Valentina.
Funny thing is that she decided to be born on Valentine's.
So probably I will call feb 14 Valentina's day forever.
Not a poem, but I wanted to share.
And by the way, it sounds like Valentin (in spanish)
with and 'a' in the end. Not like Valentine's.

:)

Today
After all
Was done
I wanted
Desperately
To lay with you
Just as we were.

*If only we had time

x

You’re the kind of girl
That makes heaven regret
Ever letting you go
It was the biggest mistake
Since She took a bite of the fruit

You’re the kind of girl
To make honorable men better
And scoundrels too
You’re one of the angles God personally knows
He sent you to save the world
From hopelessness and
Lack-luster dreams

You’re the kind of girl
Makes an optimist a realist
Because you’re really here
It’s not just hope in his heart

You’re the kind of girl*
Movies are made of,
Flowers are bought for,
And lives are lived

There is  a winding road that passes  by my lips
and runs across my skin.  
When I cry it crosses  the music  of my face
‘til my heart sings again.

A long time ago, I could not understand,
how to have the will  
to let things go.
Now I’ve learned to let that winding road
display what I did not know.

Sometimes I yearned to growl  and taste  the pain
of  the  tear’s of  another heart.
I forgot  to take a place  inside their skin ,
feel the truth of their hurt.

There is a winding road that passes by my lips  
and runs across my skin.
It  reminds me  to see  what lies underneath ,
the broken wing of a friend.