Day of Days.
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For a sunset seen from the edge of a cliff.
You by my side would be loved.
For if life meant anything, it would mean you in it.
For love is something to treasure,
And as soon as you came into my life, you brightened it up.
Nothing seemed as sad.
And even when I wished to sit beyond the corners of my soul.
With pitty to myself in my heart, I knew you would be there.
I do not know if you know how much you mean to me.
But hopefully, some day you will.
Some day I hope I will be able to put my hands in yours and look into your eyes.
And without embarrassment tell you that I love you.
For as Love comes, you are the only person that has made me feel so.
For love is strong, with butterflies and the light headedness.
Yes, I might just be a person with big dreams,
Dreams that may not come true,
but that does not mean I wont try.
You are a dream to me,
Which means,
Love is also a Dream.
I shall try.
I will fight.
I shall run to the corners of the earth looking for love.
But I know, that my love lies in your hands.
It is up to you,
up to you to distroy my poor girl heart,
that has been broken millions of times before.
I just hope you love me.
For love is all that gives me hope.
For love lets me live.
And if love was not to be,
then I shall not be at all.
So, tell me this, tell me that.
Just tell me that you love me too.
So that my worries could vanish,
and I move on.
Just like the river we sit by in my dreams.
For love is the main thing that means to most to me.
Written by Zayra Rocio Morales Videla on August 21, 2007 at 9:36pm
Would you say that nothing is the same?
That every day is different.
Like a flowing river with fish that flow by without end.
Like a cloud drifting by and taking shapes.
Would you say that a day is of days?
Not only would it be special, but the only one.
Would you climb the mount of your nightmares,
Or sing the song of your dreams?
Nothing really is the same.
The shame of difference small,
While the pride of uniqueness grand.
What is different between day and night?
Is it that absents of the sun in replaced by the moon?
The nights magic and cool.
The days peaceful and warm.
Not one thing is to say.
Not one thing is to be argued.
If only there was a time of hope.
What would be said?
What would be thought?
Would we become inhuman or become what we dream?
Will life on this Earth of beauty be grand?
Will all else laugh as life changes slowly?
Would you say that a day of days will come?
Will you change as the seasons change?
Will it be different as the flowing blood in your veins?
For life is to be different and not be waisted.
Not to be spent in sorrow and pain.
Life is to be spent in joy and laughter.
Friends and family to be treated of great power.
Morn your dead, then keep living.
It's not as if there's nothing the same.
But dreams and nightmares are to be lived.
Not as if you lay, lay like an old man does.
It's to run as if a young child without worries.
If only the Day of Days would come to me.
That every day is different.
Like a flowing river with fish that flow by without end.
Like a cloud drifting by and taking shapes.
Would you say that a day is of days?
Not only would it be special, but the only one.
Would you climb the mount of your nightmares,
Or sing the song of your dreams?
Nothing really is the same.
The shame of difference small,
While the pride of uniqueness grand.
What is different between day and night?
Is it that absents of the sun in replaced by the moon?
The nights magic and cool.
The days peaceful and warm.
Not one thing is to say.
Not one thing is to be argued.
If only there was a time of hope.
What would be said?
What would be thought?
Would we become inhuman or become what we dream?
Will life on this Earth of beauty be grand?
Will all else laugh as life changes slowly?
Would you say that a day of days will come?
Will you change as the seasons change?
Will it be different as the flowing blood in your veins?
For life is to be different and not be waisted.
Not to be spent in sorrow and pain.
Life is to be spent in joy and laughter.
Friends and family to be treated of great power.
Morn your dead, then keep living.
It's not as if there's nothing the same.
But dreams and nightmares are to be lived.
Not as if you lay, lay like an old man does.
It's to run as if a young child without worries.
If only the Day of Days would come to me.
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For Love
For a sunset seen from the edge of a cliff.
You by my side would be loved.
For if life meant anything, it would mean you in it.
For love is something to treasure,
And as soon as you came into my life, you brightened it up.
Nothing seemed as sad.
And even when I wished to sit beyond the corners of my soul.
With pitty to myself in my heart, I knew you would be there.
I do not know if you know how much you mean to me.
But hopefully, some day you will.
Some day I hope I will be able to put my hands in yours and look into your eyes.
And without embarrassment tell you that I love you.
For as Love comes, you are the only person that has made me feel so.
For love is strong, with butterflies and the light headedness.
Yes, I might just be a person with big dreams,
Dreams that may not come true,
but that does not mean I wont try.
You are a dream to me,
Which means,
Love is also a Dream.
I shall try.
I will fight.
I shall run to the corners of the earth looking for love.
But I know, that my love lies in your hands.
It is up to you,
up to you to distroy my poor girl heart,
that has been broken millions of times before.
I just hope you love me.
For love is all that gives me hope.
For love lets me live.
And if love was not to be,
then I shall not be at all.
So, tell me this, tell me that.
Just tell me that you love me too.
So that my worries could vanish,
and I move on.
Just like the river we sit by in my dreams.
For love is the main thing that means to most to me.
Written by Zayra Rocio Morales Videla on August 21, 2007 at 9:36pm
