My Illustration Desk

Los trazos y el tiempo se hacen uno, como resultado tengo líneas y según mi estado color, los que sólo a veces, a algunos pocos, dejo mirar. My lines, in freehand and the time becomes one, as a result, stripes, consulting my mood the color comes, and once in a while, to a few other, allow to watch.

Thursday, March 06, 2003

U still have... all of me

i'm so tired of being here... suppressed by all of my childish fears, and if you have to leave i wish that you would just leave because your presence still lingers here, and it won't leave me alone...
these wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real...
there's just too much that time cannot erase...
when you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears, when you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears and i've held your hand through all of these years, but you still have all of me
i've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
but though you're still with me
i've been alone all along...
you still have all of me...
Si, me habían terminado, y seguía enamorado...