sábado, 27 de abril de 2013

15

I take a deep breathe and I walk through the doors. It's the morning of my very first day. I say "Hi" to my small group of friends I ain't seen in a while. Try and stay out of everybody's way. I'm gonna be here for the next three years, hoping one of those senior boys will wink at me and say "You know, I haven't seen you around before"
Cause now I'm fifteen, and if somebody tells me they love me, I'm gonna believe them. And I'm fifteen, feeling like there's so much to figure out. So I count to ten, take it in, this is life before I know who I'm gonna be. Fifteen.
I sit in class next to a brownhead named Delfina, and soon enough we're best friends. Im laughing at the other girls, who think they're so cool, I'll be out of here as soon as I can. I know in my life I'll do things greater than dating the boy on the football team.
But all I want is to be wanted, wish I could stop myself from thinking like that.
I won't forget to love before I fall, but if I do, I'll know that time can heal most anything.
I haven't found who i'm supposed to be, because I'm only fifteen.

Talk about impossible dreams.

Me enseñaste a volar cuando todos habían cortado mis alas. Me diste una razón para sonreír cuando todos me hicieron llorar. Me devolviste mi felicidad cuando todo era tristeza. Me hiciste soñar cuando vivía en una pesadilla.

sábado, 6 de abril de 2013

Hey, it was enchanting to meet you.

¿Hasta dónde es sano soñar? ¿Cuándo debemos dejar de hacerlo? ¿Hay una edad determinada para darnos cuenta que todo lo que alguna vez soñamos no va a hacerse realidad? ¿Hasta cuándo está bien seguir pretendiendo que los sueños son una realidad? ¿Por qué dejamos de soñar? ¿Por qué perdemos la habilidad de creerle más a nuestra mente que a nuestros ojos? ¿Será que ya es hora de dejar de soñar para volver a la realidad?