jueves, 6 de noviembre de 2008
Me acosté sin cenar, y aquella noche soñé que te comía el corazón.Supongo que sería por el hambre.
Mientras yo devoraba aquella fruta,que era dulce y amarga al mismo tiempo,tú me besabas con los labios fríos,más fríos y más pálidos que nunca.Supongo que sería por la muerte.
martes, 4 de noviembre de 2008
I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you.Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
(8)My mama said to stay away from guys like you, She said they were nasty, Made me do things I don't wanna do, Stay away from bad boys they got one thing on their mind, Their hormones are ragin and they want it all the time (8)