Would you ride with me now?.
I haven’t felt the grip of your soft hand for a while now. All I see are the black spots of your punches. Don’t worry. They weren’t so hard but as they are yours, they blow right into me. Words are always tough and hard. They are harsh and I […]
Archive for April, 2004
And we haven’t spoken for a bit of time.
Seems like ages.
I miss you. I can’t stand you either.
Maybe we’ll meet again. Who knows.
I haven’t changed.
I’m a sucker, a junkie, giving up. I have been following you seeking more than nothing, but this is what I find. Guessing I got whatever I deserve.
And getting drunk’s not […]
My face looks like a tombstone today.
I’m unexpressive.
I feel I can’t say. Nothing at all.
Like ‘manic depression’. I know what i want, but I just don’t know.
There are no clever remarks or words of wisdom. Pure stupidity.
Not the funny kind, too.
Sad.
And I keep finding out what I don’t want to know. Dammit.
It pulls me 50 […]
Me cuesta cinco segundos decirte que te odio e ignorarte.
Me cuesta cinco horas admitir que te quiero demasiado.
y voy a esperar por 5 mil años que me digas lo mismo.
no sé si alguna vez lo vas a decir.
Pero como podría pedirte lo mismo si a mí me cuesta horrores.
Espero que esto se aclare, no puedo […]
I wanted to be the one being hugged. …
Pero la realidad es que somos todos nosotros unos brutos, los hombres.
Cada uno a su respectivo grado.