Amor rancio (Wilmer's feeling)

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Maybe this could be the exception, no one would talk about me

La mayoritaria, la minoría, todas en completa abundancia de peso

Intocables, rechazados, anulados, cobardes, insensatos

I'm all ears. Just count how many moles I've got in my cheek

with no dimples over there, my face started to cry

El sentimiento, la lujuria, la culpa

Todas intentan deshacerse de las cicatrices, sin sangre por ahí

I know the feeling, You felt guilty, you feel like you been all in

I'm not that strong as you saw me last night, no ones could understand the feeling, such a pure.

Y ahora, que he llegado a mi templo de sanación literaria, me he podido auto-sanarme

Aprehender, vivir y solidar los hechos en sentimientos de alegría y melancolía, es vivir la vida.

No matter what, I don't even care what the society could think about your sexuality doubts.

Self doubts, self-annoying regreets. On and off, the mirror always was there, showing my spirit.

Fingir, rogar, llorar, escapar, encerrar y valorar. Mis humildes características en un riachuelo de esperanza.

Ilumina mi ser, la gracia total de mis venas esperando por tu ayuda. Ahogo superficial, no abunda lo natural.

Fading to blurry, you stood me up crying and feeling lonely. Supposedly, you said I deserved only worries.

Hair, you sins touching my pain. I'm bummed, just don't try to make it worse. I've already had enough

Si lo piensas, todo mi ser, mis sentimientos, mis ideas insensatas de la vida.

Han sido reflejadas en el laurel de tu cabello. No, no he comida. Por favor, toma la mia.

Tomorrow we would see the upset red wall between us, and just mock it. What a ridiculous!

Touch my hand and tell you won't look back, our worries and fears, they're already gone. They thought my best friend was my deep weakness.

Al rato he de pesar, mañana volver a empezar, abrir de una manera elocuente mis ventanas oculares.

No he descansado de sacar punta mi lapiz cerebral. Pues no dejare marchar un futuro sin ti.

Can I put my songs out to the rest of the sad guys out there? They would need some pain.

I'm not a bitter human, let alone a piece of shit without heart. Look after my heart and you might be blessed, my darling.

Cicatrices, tan rotundas se miran. Cascaras, desafiadas por el viento.

Vuestra fusión espiritual no es más que una planta a regar. Iré por mis lágrimas de alegria desordenadas, no tardo.

Kiss twice times, without writting how to do it, how to make it to be clear. Just follow my joyfullness.

Have you ever thought a huge future without the hate? I'd rather be have a crush on you again.

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Thanks! Gracias!!




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