Remembrances of a lost love, last part?

Lovely little girl

You are no longer so lovely,

indeed, the feeling can be described as outrageous

thanks to your nonsenses.

My waiver will be signed,
your spirit wil be frozen,
that picture will be hidden,
and no more words will be written in your name.

The shadow of a life of past
that remained for so long
sees a light consume
leftovers of good times that gone bad.

It has turned awkward already
we don't want it to get tougher,
nor find eachother despicable,
but careless one another.

From far away I will see
how your life goes on,
hoping you to remind me loving you,
keeping the good memories of us.

Nevertheless, the message you received
made your pride let you blinded,
I assure there will be no more words,
you made this, nevermore.

Dreaming out loud

Oh Lord! what a punishment

making me dream with the love of my life

when I have not met her, yet.

How I wish this dream could come true,

I'm eager to meet her, I admit

even though perhaps it's not time yet,

in hopes of getting to the day when we finally collide one another.

Until then, there is nothing but to wait, 

patiently focused on living each day

looking forward to be in the right place at the right time

as we are planned to,

that moment when you realize

how you belong to me

and I to you likewise.

Meanwhile, I will have to keep wandering,

standing all the wrongs until I find the right,

knowing I won't settle with less than I deserve.

Remembrances of a lost love part 4

Lovely little girl

here I am in front of a screen

looking for the words I want to say

I recall the good moments,

hence I have to apologize

I know lately how careless I've been

even when there was time for me to show up.

A date, is what I'm talking about,

a moment in time where I ought to think about you.

Indeed I did, however I turned the blind eye

my apologies for that.

Nevertheless, I wouldn't do it in a different way;

although my love for you remains the same,

contacting you doesn't even crosses my mind,

since you were the one who torn us apart.

In spirit of that, there is a song for what I mean, 

as usual, and as you may know,

were lyrics go like

'I know you hate me, well, I miss you too

I know it's way too late, but...'

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As the writer of this blog, I must clarify some things. First of all, the main goal of this blog is to amuse the reader (a.k.a. myself) in spirit of practicing such a foreing language as English.

Coincidentally, as a lover of music, most of inspiration comes from songs which are widely related to life, love and hatred situations, giving me the posibility to find brilliant ideas that make  flow some thoughs and make a pen come to life. 

Nevertheless, entry topics are not limited to those situations, the reason of them being that way is that the writer has just started this mission; on the other hand, nowadays those are included in interesting topics for the whole audience involved in the reading process (again, a.k.a. myself).

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Remembrances of a lost love part 3

Lovely little girl

May I write you once more?

Nevermind, I'm not asking for your permission.

Being so far from you

makes me joy when I remember

that sweet smile and staring glance,

you used to hold in front of me.

Those gorgeous green eyes

decorating your tender sight

in companionship with a tiny grin,

Oh! how I want them back.

At least there is a way

as similar as reality,

having you in my dreams

even when is just once in a while.

Smile back when I dream you do,

being in an unconscious state...

The only better than that,

is waking up with a fresh memory of what happened.

Letters to nowhere entry 05

Oh Sweetheart!
Seems like I'll write you no longer,
at least for a while.

Unfortunately, pretty girl
I find out I have to abandon this path
before this turns tough,
I shall not carry on.

It is time for me
to wander around
and give you the chance
to let me know how much I mean.

Your grin will remain in my dreams
and your sight will stand as well still,
but from this side of the wall
I say, will insist no more

I can not stand you to take over my head
neither wait lots I can,
the only way out I find
is take a step back, and wait for your call.

That song will not stop playing
the rythm I like the better
saying to you, where have you been
I wonder if I'll ever see you again.

Remembrances of a lost love part 2

Lovely little girl

Why are you thinking of me?

I saw you today, or at least I thought I did.

A silhouette that drew your very same figure

showed up upon me.

For a moment I stared wondering if this were yours,

when I realized was not likely

and figured out was just someone quite similar.

It's your fault, I'm afraid

because, the fact that you are certaintly thinking of me

makes my mind keep thinking of you.

Drives me glad, nevertheless

knowing that perhaps you still have me deep inside your heart

as you used to do.

Did I tell you this happened before?

Was at some sort of show

I could've sworn you were there

until I noticed you were not.

Always a pleasure

having you like this.