The beauty of a woman is the most delicated thing, we're all beautiful it's just that we shouldn't be that Perfectionists and love ourselves.

It's a roller coaster that we're both on.

I use to lay on, and think of you, try to figure out how was that you got into my heart and how it is, that i can't get you off of it.

Escribo para explicar lo que mi corazón siente, y lo que vive en mi mente.

Just take a breath

When you love someone so deep inside,It seems like it's so easy to hide.You've loved him for so very long,You would think he could do no wrong.Every day you would hope and pray,That he would always stay this way.He treated you like you should be treated,You thought your life was finally completed.You thought your love was growing true,And then one day it was all so blue.He started putting you down and it hurt,You thought all you were to him was dirt.He started ignoring you and you wondered why,All you wanted to do was curl up and die.You thought your relationship would never end,But that was all so fake and pretend.One night he was so sweet to you,You thought all those things were maybe untrue,Two days later he was back the same,You thought you were the one to blame.He thought the relationship was getting too seriousAnd that you had become a little too curious.By this time you knew it wouldn't last,All the nice things he said were in the past.You thought that you would marry him some day,But this time God wanted to get his way.You wanted things back how they were before,But you knew this couldn't happen anymore.It was a Saturday night about ten o'clock,You heard the news and it wasn't a shock.You knew this was going to happen soon,As you laid there and cried in the pale lit moon.

Tengo una pequeña flor nacida sin darme cuenta en medio del corazón.
En la tierra de la sangre se abonó su resplandor.
Es delicada y se muere sin cuidados y sin mimos.
Requiere mucha atención contra el calor del verano, contra el frío del invierno, contra el cruel desengaño que le causa tanto daño con el paso de los años.
Florece en la primavera, se marchita en el verano y en el invierno se muere, si no la cuida mi mano.
¡Se mantiene de ilusión! Con el agua del amor Echa flores de pasión y se alegra en le ventana, cuando la acaricia el sol.
¡Es todo lo que yo tengo! No sé cómo sucedió.
Me creció, sin darme cuenta, En medio del corazón.