I called you my soulmate
Not because of your beautiful smiles
Not because of the heat from your heart
Not because of your lively laughter
Not because of your flowery scent
Not because of your sweetest kisses
A soul doesn't need any senses
To know when it is in love

Escucho la maquina piar
Y en mi camino encuentro tú risa y andar
Escucho la máquina piar
Y recuerdo nuestro día y noche entrelazar
Escucho la máquina piar
Mi mente sucumbe y me pide verte más
La escucho y deseo puentes poder crear
Lo onirico poder moldear y conectar

I hear whispers
on waters
that crash and swell
a calling
to my distant lover
who never returned
to lift the dews of my sorrow,
the fog is still there
and i wait, aching—
to be seen,
to be joined,
to be merged
as one

i guess i’m a hopeless romantic.
want to buy petty little things
to see a crack in his pretty smile

want to pick buttercups for him
so i can see the glow on his face
yellow, radiant, much like him

on a summers night drinking
cheap beer and kissing him
knowing his taste over *****

in his bed listening to his
billy joel and nirvana cds
not noticing them playing but

his green eyes piercing my soul
as he side eyes me and smirks
laying in my arms warm embrace

just let the goings go
and the time flow out

like fine wine
drinking it with you

on the beach of my making
but who knows?

anything could happen

In the land of ghosts there is nothing but inevitable suffering
In the sea of misery you’ll feel nothing but agony
I mourn as the heavens have me torn

The choir sang in harmony just as I heard tone of melancholy
The clue that I sew will turn blue
As thou posses divinity one will lost their sanity for one’s vanity
As I longed for Judas’ embrace, I lost my grace

As I wander forth through the gates of hell, I heard the devil’s vocal while you lost me in your sight’s focal
How strange as your voice faltered resonance as I thought it was happenstance in desperate thought of searching for providence.

I cant tell if you love me
and I don't think that you really need me
maybe its because your the first guy
who hasn't pressured me for his own wants

And I don't know If I love you.
It hurts me if I do
and it took me this long to contemplate
my own curled and entangled thoughts.

I know every morning I pray that
you will think of me
but I just can't see
me with you

I think I am afraid of comitment
and devoid of attachment
but how I plea with my heart to say
you and only you.

I want to be in love in the spring
I want you to see my face in the flowers
I want to hear your voice in a warm breeze
I want you to need me.

Some times I can't tell
if you even think I'm pretty.
Every guy who has
asked me to...

I hope that you relize that I
don't mean to hurt you,
at times I think that it would be
better for you to forget me

I want to love you
but I can't tell if I want you
or the attention that you give me.
I feel horrible for this all.
Like I'm using you because you enthrall
with my deepest desire to be
yearned  for.

barked and barked and barked
beneath the light-bulb moon
a careless whisper in the twilight winds
that opened the doors in the house
walked beside the corner of my bed
questioning me,
talking to me,
persuading me,
like a market vendor
who tells me to buy its products
when I got no answer to tell
only cut phrases or words
stacked. I am afraid to tell
that the future is not on
my hands nor to everyone
only existence and existence