Poetry for the Lost Souls

Blog dedicated for those who find hope in words.

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...Pero lo intenté

Y me rendí

No por cobalde ni por haber perdido

Sino porque en tus ojos ví el reflejo de otra mirada, otro ser que no soy yo ni mucho menos tu.

Ví algo con lo que no puedo luchar...

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Therefore I walk bleeding out.

How does a heart that has been broken so many times finds the strength to love one more time? To find someone as broken as it and find that person attractive, lovely, so beautiful? How does the brain keeps telling the heart to stop because it knows that the person its giving it all will become one of the many heartbreaks? But the heart doesn't listen. It is the most strongest muscle of all for it endures so much pain; my heart aches but its a hopeless romantic one. I bleed, I stitch it; still bleeding I go back to love. I tell myself: "that's nothing, it will heal." But it doesn't! Its still fresh, wounds that I can't get to heal but I still go on and on until I found a place to rest my heart knowing that its home.

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Ode to your smile.

The Moon knows of you

We have long talks every night.

One day she stared at me and asked me:

"Tell me, what is the most beautiful thing she haves?"

I never answered, I smiled.

I didn't wanted to tell her

Because she as well would have fallen for you.

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All I want

Someone's special person

The one she thinks of in the morning

Right when her eyes open.

I want to be wanted.

Missed so much than I get greet at the door with a kiss right after a long day at work.

To be wanted just as much as a kid wants a toy.

All of those fairy tales, I want my princess.

I can say in many words all I want

But to be honest... all I want is you.

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Bewitched

I let you in like I've trust you from before

Yet so afraid, curious and hungry.

Afraid that I would fall, harder than before.

Curious of you, your world, your soul.

Hungry for what you have been hiding from the world.

Although I knew and know that I will crash

I was eager to go faster

Because something told me that you will hold me at the end of the road.

[knockturnallley]

“I love you, Hermione,” (insp.)

[carita-enojada]

“Amor”

Una palabra tan simple

Tan corta

Demasiado usada

Tan difícil de decir.

Una palabra poderosa,

Aunque si no se usa

De la manera correcta

En el momento adecuado

Y con un sentimiento sincero

Puede ser una arma

Muy peligrosa.

[los-rotos-deactivated20210603]

Cariño cualquier persona que te conozca se enamoraría de ti, pero él no quiso conocerte.

[megustaelverde]

Que diferente te mira alguien cuando en verdad te quiere.

[somospandaspordentroyporfuera]

-Una chica invisible. 

[thegoodvybe]

[knowing]

[phaxes]

via weheartit

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Amor Categoría 5

Y cuando menos te lo esperas

Sin pedir permiso

Llega a tu vida como huracán

Que destruye tu entorno

Y luego de la calma

Te deja sin nada

En el suelo, sin techo y solo.

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My sweet escape

Have you ever felt like a ghost? Like the whole world ignores your existance? You feel so affixiated by it, so dead inside. Every attempt of getting mixed with the crowd is yet another failure. Yo try so hard you even become the group's clown yet you feel so empty. You dont get back wjat you give its like an infinite circle, you can't find an exit. Another day goes by, you just live. Life to you becomes a routine; wake up, work, school, sleep... sometimes hang out but all you do still gets you nothing. Alcohol feels like a truth potion, you start to drunk text the love of your life even tho you know she is with someone else for almost four years. You stop... you realize that last thought. Shit! Then you feel so miserable all the things, negative ones, comes to surface. The pain, like a crusios spell tortures your mimd, your heart your soul! You start to feel like you cant breath, you just think of one thing... death. Is it... the only way out of this pain? Is it my sweet escape?

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My sun

And even in the darkest nights your memory sparks my life. Your light as dimmed as it is, still is light as bright as the sun to me.

[darkqu3n]

El jardín más hermoso

Y no fue su cuerpo lo quee me hipnotizó.

Fue una mezcla de cosas las que me pusieron a temblar.

Su sonrisa, tan sensual.

Su mirada, tan penetrante.

Su caminar, tan firme, tan decidida, tan segura sí misma.

Cada palabra que salia de su boca era para mi un jardín de flores. Tal vez en espera a que las flores sean regadas por la persona indicada.

Sí, esa soy yo que con mucha paciencia he regado jardines equivocados, jardines de moriviví, flores que no florecen, simples matas. Pero este jardin era diferente, pues gritaba en susurros que le regara. Si tan solo pudiera tener la valentia de pararme de frente a ella y decirle que yo soy la persona indicada. Vez, es que no soy yo, no es ella, no es que no quiera sino las veces que me fallaron. Las noches que para dormir se requerian muchas lagrimas. El dolor que se siente cuando te rechazan, te rompen el corazón en miles de pedazos, te fallan sin ningún remordimiento. Como si tu corazón no tuviera valor alguno, como si yo no existiera. Todas esas cosas me pasan por la cabeza y por mas que quiera decirle que me encanta solo quierl que sea asi de hermosa conmigo por siempre. No quisiera dañar esa sonrisa, esa mirada en mi cabeza. La quiero así, simplemente bella.