como es la vida

Como es la vida, nunca se sabe que es lo que va a pasar. Yo aun no encuentro mi lugar pero eh aprendido a aceptar las cosas, ya que todo pasa por alguna razon que nosotros talvez nunca comprendemos. Yo se que soy una chava buena honda y lo que sea. Pero lo unico que quiero es que alguien me ame tal como yo a el. No es tan difil pero como por tal razon no eh encontrado eso. Mi gran temor es de enamorame de alguien y que ellos no de mi. Yo tengo mucho que dar pero la oportunidad no se a presentado. Yo se que soy capas de dar mucho y talvez mas, solo necesito una oportunidad, una oportunidad de mostrar lo que tengo en mi..... Ya estoy cansada de pasar por la misma situacion, cuando sera el dia que me encuntre en el camino a ese hombre que me ame como me meresco ser amada. Cuando se dara ese dia. Ya no quiero tratar con niños que apenas saben que es lo que ellos quieren. Yo necesito un hombre que ya sepa que es lo que busca y que ya tenga el camino de su vida planeada o al menos tener una idea en donde el quiere estar. NO MAS MOCOSOS! I am done!! Mi vida nunca sera normal, nunca y eso es la verdad. Si yo pudiera tener mi vida como yo quisiera seria de otra forma, viviria a lo maximo jaja pero no es asi. Mi vida es lo que es porque no tengo de otra, y por el momento ago lo que puedo para que no sea tan tan aburrida pero temo decir que en eso eh fracasado. En este lugar me siento como una prisionera que no tiene a donde ir ni a quien ver. Todo puediera ser distinto si no estuvieramos aqui pero bueno las cosas tienen que ser de esta manera por el momento. Ya vendra en dia que no por fin sea libre LIBERTAD eso es lo que mas deseo. Por que aunque me digan que soy libre NO lo soy. Un dia......un dia llegara.

The Fool

How could i have believed all those lies?
How could i have trusted that look in your eyes?
How could i?
How?

I must have been blinded with a red velvet cloth
to no be able to see all that you truly were
your words so distant with no feeling in them
your touch so cold and frail
the look in you eyes so dark and deep
your heart as hard and cold as the words you spoke.

A fool i was to think you were real
Saying beautiful things in my ear
wrapped up in the things i wanted to hear
saw what i feared was not real.
Standing still with nothing else to say
Repeating How could i, how could i?
How?...

*this one is new just thought it up this morning

Jealousy

My heart burst with jealousy
to know that another girl exists
you interest in her is so big
that it makes what we had insignificant
in my mind i wish the bitch was gone
or maybe just give her a piece of my mind
how can i not be mad at someone who took you way from me?
she is taking the best thing i have
and what do i have to show for it
this hear bursting with jealousy.

*another old piece i did WAY long ago

Shit

I can't stand the way you are
many things that you do wrong
so many times that i get upset
there is no say of what you are going to come up next.
Your style is so ordinary
anyone can guess what you are going to do
no sense in direction
no taste what so ever
all you are is a piece of shit
waiting to get stepped on.

* this one i wrote a long time ago too- and it still seems like it needs more

shy sweet girl

Shy sweet girl
the one who sits in the corner
keeps everything to herself
never bothered by anyone
rarely speaks out
no one remembers she is there
inside her head
confusion
lost in a swarm of thoughts
doesn't know who she is

years go by and this shy sweet girl
is still the same
or is she?
from far she is but deep inside she is not
she is now a fan of punk and rock
no longer listening to pop
she is a punk a bit crazy
with the image of a regular person but still sweet as usual

she has found what she likes
but is still lost when it come to life...

*i wrote this a long long time ago