Why would i ever want to be anything if I'm not everything

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Why would i ever want to be anything if I'm not everything
What is someone supposed to do with unrequited feelings?
With feelings they can’t contain,
With a love so deep they’ve never experienced before?
What is someone supposed to do when they fall for the wrong person?
For someone who has their eyes on a different person,
For someone who has given them reasons to love,
But those reasons are nothing,
Because their love is not the same,
Because their love exists in vane.
El sol que brilla ahora es el mismo que brillaba cuando nació tu padre y el mismo que brillará cuando muera el último de tus nietos.
My computer's password starts with Ye and I was just about to write Yeo One. What's wrong with me.
Me apiado de ti, de ti quien estas sufriendo, pero aún no lo sabes. Y aun cuando te das cuenta, callas. Me apiado de ti y mi corazón yace a tu lado, porque solamente tu felicidad es lo que quiero ver, pero solo tu felicidad no puedo tener. Porque tu felicidad quedó en el pasado, y en esos momentos imborrables. La tú que pudo ser feliz ya no es y nunca será. Esa niña indefensa nunca volverá a ser. Y esta niña que te quiere ver feliz, tampoco lo está.
But It Flies
My wings have been forged with effort and pain, They were made of iron, hit with no restrain. My wings are of a stone as blue as the heavens, That without being able to fly, they still feel it’s presence.
I’m as small as I can be, as beautiful as I can be. But as much as it can be, it’s still just me. I’m still just a butterfly that has come with the wind of the seas, By a tropical shine of the moonlight, by the wish of a king.
The gods had not forged me, their shine was not in me, I didn’t sparkle and I didn’t glint. My odds were not of those desired beautiful crystals. I was made of iron. I was made of stone.
Even taking effort to make my stones shine, They wont blend with nature’s light. They will not glitter with the sun.
Because my fate was decided the moment I was forged, My odds are of a fighter, my destiny is to be strong, To be steady and dependable, to shed no tears at all. But my iron will soon oxidate and my stones are going to fall.
The few pretty things I had are now disappearing, Not because of time, but because of tearing. Shed for my strength, shed in my soul, My iron and stone were never that strong.
I look at the daytime sky, I wonder why it makes me cry, I wonder why the sun doesn’t want me to shine. My creator is the moon. But where has it gone away? I don’t want more sunlight, it only causes me pain.
Maybe the moon is there, waiting for my arrival, Waiting for me to accept that I am no daylighter. Waiting for me to give up on perfection, Since the sun didn’t contribute in my creation.
Waiting for me to accept that I’m not a shine in light, But to finally realize that I’m a glow in the dark. And when I do, my wings will dash through the night, Glowing in the the sky, like my own butterfly.
It doesn't feel real.
That warm love gently brushing my lips, it doesn't feel real.
That soft surface, yelling but whispering their love for me.
Intense, but slow.
Fierce, but delicate.
It doesn't feel real to be loved this much, to love this much, to have this many feelings, to feel this happy.
What does love mean for you guys?