This is as corny as i can get...

Oh, la vida gira más suave a tu lado.
Todo sabe y se ve estilo arcoiris.
De ti deseo intoxicarme; elevarme.
Riendo quiero seguir, soñando con la eternidad
de nuestro ser
nunca espero extrañarte
en mi, muy dentro de mi estas clavado
es mas allá de lo fisico
es tan real como el aire que respiro y me mantiene viva

Más que una emoción
el amor por ti, tangible
jamás una última vez
siempre proximo a mi costado

aaaagggrrrrr no me sale... ya ni voy a terminar de escibirlo. si alguien lee esto se me va a caer la cara de vergüenza esto es super corny no se ni en lo que estaba pensando..aggg es imposible intentar ser cursi..uno nace cursi y yo no lo soy ..bueno aveces pero no asi de cursi agggg bueno, yo trate.

Rage

The unspoken words, yet continuos thoughts. The forbidden deeds, but the most desirable in spite of a peace of conscience.

Ah, the rage! It's a blaze. The euphoria and the feeling of power, so tangible.
Creep, all those spiderwebs are trapping you inside.
Wild child running free, yet not visible before the naked eye, an emotion.
so much rage far or away from love?

Kill, Kill, Kill, see the bloodshed. Would that quench this everlasting thirst?
The fear and the tears on the opponents eyes. Crushing. A plethora of unexplainable pain injected into the veins, unspoken.

Ah, Rage in the verge of transforming into its physical state.

Dreams

I keep dreaming about this one guy.... I guy I've made up, I suppose because I've never met him. I think I even dream about him every day. Today I was dreaming that I got married to another guy and I let him down. I wanted to marry my guy >_< but all the time we're not together...and I wake up wishing for him.
I don't even know why my mind keeps dreaming of him when he is turning more and more unreal...plus everytime we end up NOT together. Maybe that's it, he is turning into just a dream, and not reality.

*sigh*

I need to get rid of all the things I've said. God, I feel so ashamed and embarrassed, which are almost the same thing only different words. Ahh! I feel horrible, I sound so pathetic hmm... Oh, Mi pansa me esta matando!!! ya quiero un transplante Dios mio, pero no me puedo quejar porque aparentemente me esta llendo bien, aunque mi pansa este alrevez. I think I am starting to see the light...I think, I think...