i'm no poet,
i know that much for sure
for when i string together
words of great brilliance
the result of my work, is null
a way with words?
id say not.
i speak of things
i have nothing to do with,
that I know nothing about
the abstract ideas if love
pain, sorrow, hope
they're only the work
of our own twisted imaginations
can we really be so sure to define them
but of
nothings
does
no one
deserve
i realize that
there’s no excuse for me
there’s no alibi, no pretext
simply, justification
i could write for you words,
to fill you when you’re empty
but when i try, i recognize
that they’re not good enough for you
i would imagine that you hate me now,
its a likely possibility, of course
but i hope you don’t fail to grasp the concept
of how sorry i am
how foolish i was, for saying what i said
and doing what i did
but you must understand
i am simple moiety when you’re not here
as waves of attrition crash down,
wearing me down until i collapse
i am nothing, a small nothing
amidst the everything that surro
Blame is a possession,
You bestowed upon me,
Pain is a possession,
You forced it on my shoulders,
I can't keep up
Tripping over my feet
Don't you dare
Pretend you know me,
You lost that privilege
Along time ago,
"I love you"
Doesn't change,
You can say it,
You can mean it,
But my feelings
Will not change,
"I love you"
I really wish
I could say something
Besides just "goodnight",
Goodnight..
amor, amor de mis amores - natalia lafourcade
poniendo la mano en el corazón
quisiera decirte al compás de un son
que tu eres mi vida y no quiero a nadie más que ti
poniendo la mano en el corazón
quisiera decirte al compás de un son
que tu eres mi cielo
las aves que retan su poder
que respiro el aire
que respiro el aire
que respiro el aire que respiras tu
no tienes remedio, no tienes remedio
no tienes remedio, eres mi gran amor
poniendo la mano en el corazón
quisiera cantarte todo una canción
que tu eres mi cielo
eres mis consuelos
que respiro el aire
que respiro el aire
que respiro el aire que respiras