This is a song called "Ahora Quien?" by Marc Anthony translated into English: Who is your embrace going to deceive now? Who are your lips going to tell lies to now? To whom are you going to say “I love you” now? And later in the silence you will give your body You will spend the time on the pillow, He will spend a thousand hours in your gaze and he will spend the life loving you… Who will it be? And who’s gonna write poems and letters to you? And who’s gonna tell you his fears and faults? Who are you gonna let sleep on your back? And later in the silence to whom will you say “I love you”? Whose breath will you stop on your face? Who will lose his way on your gaze? And who’ll forget his life while loving you? Who will it be? Who will it be If it’s not me? I look at myself and cry in the mirror and I feel stupid; ilogical. And then I imagine you giving away the scent of your skin, Your kisses, your eternal smile and even the soul in a kiss, in a kiss goes the soul, In my soul is that kiss that could have been. Who are you gonna leave your aroma in the bed to? Who’s gonna be left with the memory tomorrow? To whom will the hours calmly pass through? And then in the silence he’ll long for your body… In whose face will time pass? Who will spend a thousand hours on the window, and who will lose his voice just calling you? Who will it be? Who will it be? Who will it be If it’s not me? I look at myself and cry in the mirror and I feel stupid; ilogical. And then I imagine you giving away the scent of your skin, Your kisses, your eternal smile and even the soul in a kiss, in a kiss goes the soul, In my soul is that kiss that could have been. Who will it be? Also check out a series of hubs by Kallini2010 on hubpages: http://kallini2010.hubpages.com/hub/Armando-Who-Will-It-Be-If-Not-Me#comment-7533227 | And here is a couple of poems by me: This is the bed I have made and now I must lie in it My lips quivering as tears run down my cheek I knew from the beginning This was wrong But I was desperate and weak I should have known better Than to expect anything from you Just one disappointment after the other So what else is new But I still feel my heart skip a beat Whenever I see your name And I just wish it was you Who was texting me today. But I guess ill never get to hold those hands I'll never get to kiss those lips again You've had your fill of me And say you don't mind just being friends. So I guess ill never get to see those eyes Or rub my hands through your hair No not again this is the bed I've made This bed of despair. It was over before it ever began I'm no stranger to things like that. But I'm so tired of playing the waiting game I'm so sick of this crap. Giving myself to someone who doesn't deserve it Getting attached Then deserted Who would have ever thought that you'd go and break my heart too. I know it wasn't love But I could have fallen in love with you... Now I'm left with no choice But to give up and give in Move on and let go There's nothing left but what could have been.. I guess you can always find someone else to text everyday. I guess you can always find someone else to kiss... I guess you can always find someone else to call beautiful. I guess you can always find someone else to miss... I guess you can find someone else who cares enough to want to spend more time with you I guess you can find someone else that you would actually want to. I guess it doesnt matter that I'm right here. I guess that you don't care. I guess you can find someone else to Fuck Or run her fingers through your hair. I guess that you don't think of me And someone else can fill your mind. I guess you won't be falling in love with me When someone else is just so easy to find... |
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 Why do we want what we cant have? The untangible. And why are the good ones already taken? The forbidden. Well what am I? Just stuck in the middle between a rock and a hard place, Between a stone and a beautiful face, A beautiful body, A beautiful mind. And every word you say seems to stop time, or at least my heart. Why am I alone? The unwanted. Why do I with so much love get turned away? The unrequited. And who are you, that you reject me? Just a beautiful face, A beautiful soul, but an ugly way of thinking. You never even took the time to really get to know me. A beautiful girl. A beautiful smile. A beautiful heart, that keeps beating. Beautiful on the inside, but broken and fallen apart. Damaged, diseased. A frightful work of art. But theres beauty in disaster, after the storm. My every flaw, exquisite, unique, an imperfect form. You cant begin to know me. I cant begin to know you. A beautiful tragedy waiting to dawn.  "Such Beauty is a Tragedy"The Journey Long and Hard On our quest for meaning(love),
we may sometimes falter. As long as we never give up, we shall not fail. If something is worth having, then its worth waiting for. But things dont always go as planned. When something good happens, so does something bad. I guess there's a sense of balance, somewhere. You're like the rose, that withers and fades away. A fallen petal. A big mistake. Beauty lies in disaster, and you are a tragedy. With tragedy lies the beautiful, such a pitiful breed. So pathetic. So shallow. Fallen angels wished "God speed." Oh, What a Tangled Web We Weave and now the rose all covered in blood. This is the damage that you have done. A parasite. A plague. A sorry excuse for a human being. Oh, how the beautiful can be so ugly. |  "Hopeless Romantic"
I travel alone,
a hopeless romantic.
Only I live on hope,
I breathe it.
Its only hopeless,
to keep hoping,
to keep dreaming.
But I'd rather dream,
than face the harsh reality.
Even the sun has its flaws,
you get too close,
you get burned.
Even the moon,
the stars,
for they fade away behind the sky
all too soon.
The world is cruel,
behind smiling faces,
and dancing daffodils.
Because they throw you away,
once they've had their fill.
So I travel on,
walk away,
from everything I love,
just to make you happy. ArchivesCategories |
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