Caricamento in corso...

solomente y veradad, ensario

She said, “You look like the kinda guy that needs to start doing something soon.”
She looked me dead in the eye, then implied,
“you get me so vexed, how can you look so cool and act so stressed?”
Every time you come here, you say you’re gonna lasso the moon.
I said next, “I used to rely on you when I needed to cry.” You said, “I know what you mean, I’m not in the least bit perplexed.”
At the same time, “We shouldn’t do this I have to confess.”
What we do now we should both detest.
Everyone is in jail who you have determined to be a pest,
Nobody can be who you want and who you are is anybody’s guess.

How come you only appear when you want? Dangling from your nose a silver spoon?
All you want me to do is to smile. Your a comedian the task never daunt. I have ached in places and turned people away from this room.

I’d rather not be blessed to tell you stories that just turn into cartoons.
When they detonated the first bomb they said, “Did you see a flash so bright? Man, I can’t believe we survived, that was out of sight.”
When they got bored they drove back home from the distant desert, shocked like an astronaut on a return flight home from  the moon.
Thinking, “Man that was such a light.”  Then after a few days we turned our backs on a lingering mushroom plume.
The next worst day was later when the music died. Buddy Holly and some other guys.  The pilot said looking serene but acting worried. He said, “Sing what you need, sing it loud, sing it with pride, sing it snappy and not complicate our impending sense of doom.”  So me and La Bamba muchacho started  in our chorus, “Sing what you need, sing it loud, sing it with pride, sing when your not allowed or if everything twists up your inside.” Buddy and the guy named a carnival ride, chimed in, “No one will remember your name. Everyone made a pact, a choice, or a wager.” Then we got together and cried, “So this is how it happens and ends? Tell you the truth I’m not the least bit surprised.”

You take one look at me and I haven’t spoke. I having divulged the plot ruining this joke.
I couldn’t sit on the fence any longer after tallying all the promises I have broke.
So many people live on the other side of the track, one day you’ll get off you ass. Do something good since your not coming back.

Everyday is like Sunday. The air was so poisoned it was gleaming green. Dust is a close relative to ash. Both of them make my world turn grey. Instead of preventing eventuality, why don’t you saunter over and spend sometime with me?
I don’t have much time to squander,
and to me, i looks like your time isn’t free.

Then you squinted like Annie Oakley, took aim, sizing up a sure shot.
Remember the flowers you traced back to me, whom they were intended for.  To whom they were delivered not...
I remember I followed petals torn before bloom.
When I returned you weren’t fashioned like duels in June.
A river or a destination never gets sold or bought.
The next time we’ll be awakened, scorned alive.
Till the next gold boom. "Can you hold your breath till 2525?"

“I get what you’re saying but it all deafens like a whisper in a eulogy.”
“Why does everything overlap when you’re living in a tomb?” You should dance on top of the rest of me, get rid of the cobwebs and shoe away the doom.

Then you started to weep. I began to cry.
It wasn’t just the heart on your sleeve, it was in the fabric. “Is this magic?”
Too late to declare surrender from the loom. I over reacted if suddenly my whole world went boom.

“you get what I’m saying, this is goodbye.” I know it.
I saw this coming. Even thought of a reply.
Spring and promises. “Even death gets outwitted and is sentenced to die.”
There are no emperors in purgatory. We are demanded to put us on one side of the line.
I figure I’ll no longer make any sense. No longer will I be shy.

I will stand and not be mealy mouthed.
“Don’t turn on me,
Don’t exercise your right in effort of vanity.”
I don’t blame a snake or this chick named Eve,  Por Que, solomente y veradad, Donde vamos ahora tenemos amore no mas, Muy mal suerte aqui, I blame the monkey who crawled away from the tree. There was never more than one person who caught me cheating. She made me confess and realized what I had become, a disgrace and a mockery.

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