Monday, November 18, 2013

Back to me

You always come in the night and no matter how many times I say no you look at me in The eye,smile, and I fall into your arms. I'm with you but I feel like I don't know you, Like there's something you're are not telling me. I don't even know where you come from. But I'm still here. One night you came home with a different Sparks in your eyes and it wasn't for me. I saw the lies in your eyes and felt the betrayal and your lips. I say to myself screw everything I want you out of my life. After the dawn,earthquake and storm You knock on my door and with no shame i let you in. He was like a ghost with disappear in the wind,who always comes back to me. My life was a table game with only two players and no game over. I ask him why do you always come back for me? Why don't you stay with her? You choose her , why bother me? He replied to me “ Cause you are my light at the end of the Tunnel, In your eyes I see the peace that my soul do not have. Because i'm inside you and you are inside of me. You struck into me right under my skin.”

Friday, November 8, 2013

Mirror,mirror

Look in the mirror and what do you see? 
Look deeper is not only physical , you are more than collarbones , boobs , skinny arms , harrow waist, hipbones , gap , lean legs , and small butt , thats what I tell myself all the time. You don't need to hide yourself in clothes you are beautiful in all the ways. Your morals and values count and a lot. Is hard to accept that fact when you have meat barbies on you side but life is not a beauty pageant. You should be able to make a man smile with your clothes on. For the girls be happy with what you have for the boys if you do not look like a Calvin Klein model don't expect women to look like a Victoria Secret Angel.