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Stranger

Saw my momma on the porch

the wind was warm, the air was heavy

with words we hadn’t said

And things we haven’t done

months have passed by but you still keep your head held high

I guess I’ve never really known you

Why you keep things close to your chest

Ive watched it tear you apart

but you never want to talk about it

and I’ve grown tired of it

I can never really hold you

when you’re nothing more than a stranger

Maybe down the line you can show me how to love you

You’ve never really reached out

I watched you from afar

As you tried to put things back together

and love a man that treated you so badly

I wish that I could say it was all right

when all I really want is to feel you near

I cant really breathe when you’re

crushing up my lungs

I can never really hold you

when you’re nothing more than a stranger

Maybe down the line you can show me how to love you

Saw my momma, on the porch across the street

the wind was warm, the air was heavy

Momma, dear, I hope that you can love me.

Days After

Sometimes I feel

like you planned this

drove all this way to catch my attention

Bet you told your friends right after

Did you think I would not notice

all of your intentions

Now I lay wide awake

thinking about a boy with brown eyes

Hoping that he’d come back

I think we both know

this can only happen one time

Now you’ve got my attention

Things seem to happen this way

I always get tossed away

Bet you have other ones too

Did you think I was just like them

know me from just a picture

Now I’m laying wide awake

Thinking ’bout your brown eyes

Hoping that you’d come back

I think we both know

It was only meant to happen this time

La Muerte de un Amor Maldito

Yo suelo pienso en ti

con cada minuto, con cada hora

que la tierra gira

suelo pienso en ti

es inevitable, este sentimiento de desesperacion

en saber que

tal vez, no soy lo que necesitas

que por cada imagen de ti

cada línea de tu rostro

desandado del imprimen en mi mente

al fin, es regresado con silencio

No te pude enseñar quien soy

y tu no pudistes regresarme un mensaje.

Judy

without a reasonable doubt

you are not meant for me

you know words have power

somehow, yours are the only one’s that matter

to eschew yourself from guilt

sugar coat your words

filled with metaphors and phrases

meant to portray annoyance

when the tears gleam down your cheeks,

you will find, Judy, i am not so quick to judge you

as you are to judge me.

Short life

created by Bad Thief

your heart is sincere

but you never tell me what i want to hear

if there are no words

then why not show me what you mean

now, it’s all a dream

you won’t settle down

and i can’t let it go

I’d rather taste your fear

then let you dissappear

ill reach out to you

when theres nothing left to do

theres nothing wrong

with being wrong

but how can i love what i do not know

i hope, when the morning comes

you’ll be calling out my name

and i will reach out, reach out to you.