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I've failed you.
I can't heal your past,
And you're so far gone
I can't improve your future.
You hurt me terribly
When you told me stop,
You killed my spirit...
I'm sorry I tried.
I can't heal your past,
And you're so far gone
I can't improve your future.
You hurt me terribly
When you told me stop,
You killed my spirit...
I'm sorry I tried.
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Real Estate
The cost of intellectual property has gone up.
I can already feel the ideas curdling like milk,
Strings of silver silk lining
Tangling it up so neatly--
A package for the loan-shark in my bed in the morning.
A message to my lover, to whom I owe such a debt:
All you ever do anymore is take.
My poems crumble at the touch,
Fading into the clusters of Sunday brunch and Family Guy reruns.
What's the price of the two seconds of quiet
Without a pile of unfilled lines awaiting my autograph
Ruffling through the papers you'll have me sign-
What wouldn't I give to sign with the devil, over you...
Teetering on the corner of thought,
My pen limp and b
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Escrtito #2 que te dedico.
Ya mi mente envenenada con tu persona ni siquiera puede recordar la razón del por qué estos sentimientos tan destructivos que siento por ti. Ni siquiera sé si tienen sentido mis palabras, cuando hablo de ti me siento como una loca enjaula. Mi locura es el amor que me provocas y mi jaula el deseo que no sacio. Me siento como una estúpida porque me tienes a tus pies y lo sabes, lo sabes porque mi actitud incontrolable te lo demostró. Hay algo que si recuerdo, aquel primer día de clases, aquel sol de 8am que encendía tu pelo color caramelo, aquella mirada profunda atrapada en el vidrio de tus lentes, las vuelta
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Adios
Son las seis de la mañana y el aire comienza a enfriar los cuerpos que se encuentran en el andén; apenas es verano pero el frío no perdona a los foráneos. Vapor sale de las ventanas que se encuentran junto al viejo reloj que hace mucho dejó de emitir el tic tac que anunciaba el próximo llegar de los convoyes. El concreto del edificio hace que las plataformas luzcan más frías y lúgubres de lo que deberían. Gris y noche hasta donde alcanza la vista. Los olores de la tierra empapada por la lluvia aún cuelgan en el aire esperando quien los acoja.
Las máquinas estáticas que esperan
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He told me that nobody could help him. I told him I wanted to try and would continue to try. He told me to stop trying. He told me to stop trying to save a life. That hurt so terribly. I didn't say anything back, I waited for ten minutes in silence then left. It still hurts, it hurts like a broken heart...
I won't stop trying, though. This is the second time I've cried for him... I can't stop trying, not until he's happy and wants to be alive.
I won't stop trying, though. This is the second time I've cried for him... I can't stop trying, not until he's happy and wants to be alive.
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keep trying he'll get there.