AHHH!!!!
It's HotBueno, sigiendo...
Sabes que es hoy?
EL DIA ANTES DE MI PENULTIMO DIA!!!
NO LO QUIERO CREER!!!
NO QUIERO IRME!!!
ES TEMPORANO!!!
TENGO QUE IR A LA GRADUACION DE GUILLERMO Y LAS GEMELAS!!!
Urghh...
I don't wanna go.
-Ian Donnelly Alfaro Apan
Headin' Home AgainHeadin’ Home AgainHeadin' Home Again
On the road again Like an ol’ country song Back from the city And an evening with you
Every time I come I think I’m gonna get closer Closer to you
And the mystery beyond
My heart lays in anguish Burdened with exhaustion From being with you But in a most amazing way
I curse myself again and again For not being able to speak
To speak the pages hidden from view To show the things that lay hidden from you
Yet each time I see you My words seem to fail You shake me r
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Breathtaking Awe-inspiring Tear jerking Heart racing Fantastical
And Wonderful
With piercing green And petrifying depth You’ve captured my mind’s eye And my heart’s adoration
To see them is to lose oneself In a helpless fall into beauty An overwhelming sense of wonder And a fearful pit of the unknown
You set my heart ablaze With a passion thus non-existent Every last speck of detail That leaves with a sparkle
To see you takes my words away From a script long ago wr
The Wings of ErosOh Lord, the passion… The heat of your body against mine own The sweet scent of your hair Tenderly strewn across your brow And pressed ever so gently beneath my chin… The velvety smoothness to your skin Upon your hands that caress me And across your body that I cling to For you are Eros, god of beauty And rightly so He who dominates my every thought Your face that not even the finest sculptors could free from marble Is indeed something Aphrodite must’ve given you And your wings that keep me safe Keep me close, and euphoric at night Oh howThe Wings of Eros
The Difference You've MadeThe Difference You’ve MadeThe Difference You've Made
I’ve told myself again and again That I could fall for no one and then this: Are You breaking through my morale?
I’ve studied the tales of Romeo And of course fair Juliet but for what? To disbelieve them forever?
I guess I figured Love is like God: For me it must be proven. That God… Love… These fickle things must just be dreams.
And then you Graced my life with Presence; I know that it can’t be Love, but So
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