mi todo por puerto rico my everything for puerto rico
to my sweet Juliana.
Left with the pieces of what once was. Fragments linger in my mind of the one I have left behind; as well as the person I once was; and never will be again. Lost in the world of these broken dreams. Forgotten. Left to be cursed to dwell in this broken place, where the broken are damned… Continue reading Broken places
What do you see when you look at me? Do I look like a person whom does not know pain? Do I look like a person with no sorrows to bare? no fears to confront? no regrets in life, to which I must face? What do you see when you first look at me? Do you see… Continue reading what do you see?
I feel something I will deny. I choose to repress the decision of letting you know. What I feel that with every touch grows, I will deny if asked. The only ears that will hear my fears are mine alone. My deepest fear over all this, is that once you hear, what it is I… Continue reading I will deny
".... Never did I think, such kindness and support; driven by pure encouragement; would be delivered unto me from the hands of a gentle stranger..." -FS Sometimes with nothing more than a smile, a caring look, a compassionate sign can mean so much to a person who needs, but cannot bring themselves to seek help or even council. So,… Continue reading A gentle stranger
This is the excerpt for your very first post.
You took something from me I was not prepared to give, You stole my essence and deceived my innocence. You were my friend. There were many things I could have, would have done for you. Now, I have lost myself in the comfort of the night , never to be seen by loving eyes. Fear… Continue reading YOU
As they place the vale over her head, she smiles, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror she stops. People surrounding her smile, laugh and stair upon the face with a warm embrace. Such beauty which to them could never be surpassed. A room full of joy, love and laughs, she stops. A smile fades, the… Continue reading Her Vale
I sit, I wonder, and sometimes I ponder on how he must feel, every time I lay in his arms with every kiss we share and every touch we cannot deny the questions that persist in my mind are but the same every time. oh, if I only knew what are his feelings on this?… Continue reading I sit, I wonder, and sometimes I ponder.