Watch the sunrise

Wild flower of mine
where art thou?
Where are your beautiful eyes
They are no longer locked with mine
they no longer search my body for a response
they no longer light up when they see me
Where are those white soft small skinny feminine hands of yours?
The gentle touch on my skin,
they were silk
they caressed the goose bumps you made with your presence
the tickles they would also create
as you touched my rib cage, right under my breasts
Those smiles you saw, they were real
The looks I would give you on the trains, the holding hands
the kisses on your hands, that was all real
It was the purest
I asked where you were flower,
but I know where you are.
You are making someone else smile,
You are making someone else ticklish,
You are making someone else fall for you,
by just being the flower that you are.
Keep being the flower you are,
You may change your colors,
move from place to place,
but you'll never stop being a flower
for in my happiest moments, you always took me to green pastures. 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k9UpyaSCbyg&feature=youtube_gdata_player -All this beauty, The Weepies

Trees, not part of me.

Sometimes, I forget that I was meant to be alone
A lonely leaf flying with the wind
carelessly living.
It's only when I am joined with a tree,
does all my world come down.
When I am let go by the tree, it is only then
that my heart saddens
saddens for it feels that I've lost my way again
I've rooted unto something that's not me
and when I am uprooted is when I am able to see
see that I've strayed from who I started to be
I wasn't meant to be rooted somewhere,
especially not joined.
Live happily and carelessly by myself,
that to me sounds precious.

Blue pastures

I've kept from writing about you
with the excuse that I need to be writing a story, a book
Instead of writing about my feelings, about you.
That excuse no longer holds.
I want you to know that I still think about you, daily to be honest
Every day I say good morning, and wonder: How'd she wake up today?
Hope she is doing okay.
Memories come and go,
sometimes, they are short triggered by something I saw, or heard
but sometimes they stick through,
just like a catchy commercial jingle inside my head.
I haven't wanted to let go of our memories,
because to be honest, the only memories I have of You,
are the ones that were "us".
It's hard to take away "us" from "You",
for I remember You, as being part of me.
I am not sure how I can single you out.
I can't create any memories where it's only you,
cause when I think of you, I think of us.
It's hard what happened between us,
it was mesmerizing, thrilling, hopeful, hurt.
I am not sure what I am trying to say,
I guess all I am saying is that I am trying,
I am trying to separate "you" from "us"
but I still haven't figured out a way.
That's not what scares me though,
what scares me is,
am I ever? ever going to find a way to think of you as "You"
It may sound stupid, for I have already lost you,
but if I can't find a way to think of you as only "you"
I feel that I won't ever be a part of your life again,
in the sense of being able to get
sometime a coffee together when we're old and grown,
for I don't expect you to ever trust me again
to make me part of your routine.
The choices I made and will make,
are things I have to live with every day.
Thing is, I thought by now I would've
been able to separate "you" from "us"
but I have failed, terribly.
All I hope for, is that you haven't been a failure like me,
and have been able to view me as plainly me,
or even better, haven't thought about me at all lately.
What, I truly hope is, that these words never reach you
for if that was the case, it means you are good without me
You no longer want or need to check to see how I am doing.
It's not wrong to not want to know, about me or my life.
I would be proud if you did so.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D5QRw6wvXjU&feature=youtube_gdata_player -Wish I could forget, The Weepies

Tu sonrisa mujer!

Your smile is just as
the sun rising.
It makes everything
around her come to life.
Your smile shines life
into my heart.
Your cheeks rise up
like tide at sea.
Your words are waves
and I am the sand at shore.
Every time you speak
you conquer me all.