Love is...Love is more than a feeling. It is the sound of her voice as she tells me her thoughts. It is the touch of her arms as they hold me tight. It's the caress of my embrace, that makes her so warm. It's an action. It's a promise. It's putting others before you. It's an open door. It's something you do. It's a kiss on a park bench under a star filled sky. It's the thought of her when she's far away. It's a story being written. It's the tear in your eye. It's the letter stained and smeared with salty water. It's the phone call you don't want to answer, but you know you must. It's the country you long to see. It's pain. It's a longing to forget. It's a longing to remember. It's a friendship never broken. It's pronounced "Sarang."-By Cliff Corbett
Cuando los angeles caenEn un apartamento apartado cerca del centro de Chicago una chica de dorados cabellos lleva más de media hora metida en el baño inclinada frente al posamanos, observando el espejo.Llorando fuertemente.Su novio, preocupado, toca la puerta.-¿Fionna, estás bien?No recibe respuesta.-Fionna, abre la puerta.- Un leve "clic" se oye del otro lado.Entra al baño y encuentra a su chica, o lo que quedaba de ella, con los ojos hinchados y las piernas ensangrentadas.-Bebé, no, no, no...Es en ese momento el chico de cabello negro comienza a llorar. Con ganas. Abraza a su novia por detrás y le besa el cuello.-Basta, Marshall. Basta. ¡NO ME TOQUES!.- intenta alejarlo Fionna, manchándolo a él también con sangre.Sin embargo, lo único que logra es que la abrace con mas intensidad.-Joder, no te voy a soltar. ¿Por qué lo hiciste?No obtiene respuesta. Solo un llanto cada vez mas fuerte.-Beb
YOU CAME TO MY ARMS TOO SOON You was beatiful. So beautiful, like the dreams we always wanted to keep.You didnt speak.Your hand in my heart." Scars are History books. Follow me tonight... and i´ll show you what´s like to be alive..." I did.So... Lonliness, can you give another kiss? I want to drink until tomorrow i want to dance with my beautiful sorrow .... and repeat it again. Because all still different. And im still feeing the same.I was scared
Maniai.Can't figure out my lifeand there's tears in my eyes,please don't take me by surprise-ii.And I'm never gonna be the same again.iii.So please don't drop mecause I've already been downtwice this week.
PORTRAIT OF A SOUL(CIDE)I´m not afraid anymoreBecause i´ve been here beforeWhere you killed all what we had done and dreamedwhere i was the miserable piece of shit... ...you createdI´m not afraid anymorei´ve been here before" I´ve never loved you....as i never felt your pathetic love too"Your (un)conditional (un)love, the absence of sincerity, the filth on my soul was my moment of clarity.I´ve missed it all before and i´ll miss it all again,where the lies that surrounded you still remain.(but) I´m not afraid anymore(because)i´ve see it before.I just wish someday you´ll knowhow does it feel to livewasting your nights wishing to die,buried yourself with a thousand lies,carrying that weight for a million t
LostHeartbreak doesn't have to be screamingalone at midnightin the darkness, in your bedroom.It can be when the fresh smell of tea(earl grey, hot) in the morningmakes you unsure what to do with your hands.
WhalesThere once was a whale named Whalson.He liked to swim.He swam a lot.Unfortunately he lost his pod.That's the last we ever heard form Whalord.