Picking through the pieces and what do you have at all?
just the danger of relying on those who'd let you fall

As I watch you flickering slowly in the shadows, nothing to hold. It's as if I don't recall our time before and would it be so wrong; not to remember? There are times I look at you differently, like I'd never seen you before. Funny after all we've done, you could be someone I don't know at all (don't know you at all). Catch me I don't want to fall. But you pull the mountain from under me. Look, I'm dangling up in the blue and it's a cartoon coyote eternity before I drop down to you; what am I supposed to do now?. There is something beautiful shining in the far off night of your hair. Funny for a while it seemed to come from the sky, but it's in your head, yes it fills your head. You and I don't always fly, let me go I want to fall deep into the dark, but I'll get back to you and I'll always know how to find you 'cause you shine like the midnight sun. 
Follow, follow, follow the midnight sun. 

away from you
away from here

"There's nothing to be sorry for. I knew from the start that we couldn't ever have all of each other, even if by some miracle you did look my way," he teased.
"So we settled for breaking ourselves into pieces and giving both pieces away?"
His hand covered mine on his cheek. "Did we have a choice?"
That one was easy. "No." I pulled his head to mine for a soft kiss. "But whoever decided it for us could've at least told us how someone's supposed to live with a part of themselves missing."
"You just visit that part as often as you can," he said, quietly, taking a longer kiss.

there's a time and a place and a reason, and I know I got a love to believe in. All I know got to win this time -

Now that I’m starting to remember, can’t change my world

Learn to love your anger now

still I can't escape the ghost of you -

Take the beautiful sting of a Scorpio, a careless smile and it begins to snow. And it hurts me to think that you might never know that I've got this thing about you. In case you don't understand there's something else I meant to tell you: there is nothing better than being with you and I'm feeling so nice. There is nowhere better than here with you and it's feeling so nice. Staying up with the moon and walking home in the rain. Mixed with your perfume and never twice the same. I got a lot to lose but everything to gain when I really think about it. You haven't got a clue - it's all that I can do to hide it. Did I already say ? 'cause you make me forget. I might as well be brave and tell 'ya: there is nothing better than being with you and I'm feeling so nice. There is nowhere better than here with you and it's feeling so nice. Yeah I'm feeling and it's feeling so nice

FELICES 48 ANDY TAYLOR

I miss you

give me your hand, reach out for mine

Live life just like a wild ride, more like a landslide
take me away

I know nothing good comes easy
And all good things take some time

Now and then you get the strangest notion that there's something missing,
but it keeps you guessing. Wild ambition, can you really blame us?
Can you entertain us? Can you give a little more?

When I come undone I know you're the only one who could touch me when I call out your name
When I come undone I know you're the only one who could put me back together again

3 MONTHS
(cómo extraño esos dias, como necesito esos dias)

nunca pensé que existiera ESA 'gota' que hiciera rebalsar el vaso. Yo lo llené, le agregué la ultima gota, se desbordó, y por supuesto yo soy la que tengo que vaciarlo. Para qué ? para qué segui llenandolo si sabia que estaba lleno! idiota idiota idiota - confiada e irresponsable de mierda que soy. Cómo me gustaria ahogarme en mi propio vaso.



*gracias, a ustedes, gracias por darme ideas para solucionar las cosas y entretenerme

True perfection has to be imperfect

ball of confusion (that's what your world is today)

I thank you in so MANY ways

HAPPY B-DAY LAURA WARNES
te amo y gracias por TANTAS cosas

Just hold me close and don't let me go

Vivo sin vivir en mí...

o quizá tenga que aprender a hacerlo

your rythym is the power to move me,
it’s something you control completely -

'...then sitting back, looking up at me with a smirk playing across his lips. You know that smirk; he gets it whenever he feels very pleased with himself over something he's done, and know he's done it well. I’ve become very familiar with that particular look; it’s the look that says "I know you’ve enjoyed what I’ve just done to you, and you’d best hang on because you're in for a good ride now"; it’s the look that says that "I’m about to love you completely and fully and with every single fiber of my entire being". There are times when I live for that look.'