29/8/11

Long story short.

24.
Nostalgia.
Of something I've never had and probably never will. I know.
Knowing makes me feel better. Ironic.
I don't need what I'm missing.
I love ya. It's ok.



This years love had better last
Heaven knows it's high time
I've been waiting on my own, too long



13/8/11

Long story short.

23.
Last Beautiful Girl
A ella le gustaba creer que podían estar juntos por que de hecho, lo estaban.
Pensaba que podían ser "algo" sin tener que usar algún título en particular.
Sentía que podían ser el uno con el otro. Así, no más.
Creía que no había que decirlo, nombrarlo o hacerlo oficial, era.
Pero un día él lo dijo, le negó el nombre y no fue más, era oficial.



Maybe if we ever coulda keep it all together...
Yet every word I write, I write for you.



3/8/11

Long story short.

22.
Messy.

I am a mess. I'd like you to know. Before we both get hurt.
Love me. Please don't leave me.

Pick apart the pieces of your heart
And let me peer inside where only your thoughts have been
Let me occupy your mind... as you do mine
You have lost (Too much love)
To fear, doubt and distrust (It’s not enough)
You just threw away the key (To your heart)
You don’t get burned (’Cause nothing gets through)
It makes it easier (Easier on you)
But that much more difficult for me to make you see:
Love ain’t fair
So there you are
My love
Your heart’s a mess
You won’t admit to it
It makes no sense
But I’m desperate to connect
And you, you can’t live like this
Love ain’t safe
You won’t get hurt if you stay chaste
So you can wait
But I don’t wanna waste my love