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The voice Nov 2012
La vida es un viaje. Nunca me esperaba una caída en el amor conmigo, y yo con usted. Fue tan inesperado y tan salvaje, pero estábamos amor. Fuimos luz, fuimos a través, pero estábamos juntos. Una parte pero nunca sperated. Éramos jóvenes, infantil, absurdo. Hemos sobrevivido unos a otros, se puede sobrevivir a cualquier cosa y cualquier persona. Nos conocimos a cabo coinciden, y lo puso juntos. La vida es un viaje. Para el fuego sigue ardiendo brillante, y se ilumina los caminos seprate que están destinados a viajar. Pero ese fuego, que quema, que el calor .... siempre voluntad y un día, quemadura por nuestro amor. Al igual que el sol. Este es mi viaje. ¿Cuál es el tuyo?

~ Estrella Luciano and Natalia Torres (my spanish family)
From my friend Jerel Ballard
KellzKitty Mar 2015
I put my head phones in
I turn the music on
I let the same tunes play everyday
I let them calm my mind
I let them calm my heart
I let them seprate me from the world

I  turn the volume up
I turn the world down
I let the music play loudly
I let the music speak soundly

Music lets me slip away
Music lets me live a brighter day
Music lets me Find peace

Music moves through every part of me
I let music run in my mind
I let music run in my heart
I let music touch my deepest thoughts
I let music reach my inner core
I let music reach the deepest darkest parts of my soul

Music brings me happiness and light
Music is my souls true delight
This is the end
I am done playing pretend
I will lay this out so you understand that you caused me a dent.
I wanted to support you til the end
I gave you my heart with no strings attached
All you did is take my heart and rip it to pieces
You shout at me as if I am another man who is worthless as hell
You put other people above me although you tell me you are my best friend
I am done believing a story that you tell but never prove it at the end
You told me something that no one has ever said you said you would never change  even if it ment I leave
Have you thought once what that means
Do I mean anything or am I just some one to use as a mop to clean
Anyways Olga this is something I say to you as a goodbye to you
I wanted you like the flower needs the water to live
You used my love to break me down
As I see you for the last time I want to say I wanted you to be with me for the rest of my life.
But now I feel we should part away and live our seprate ways.
As you will never change and I wouldn't bare getting hurt again

— The End —