martes, 30 de agosto de 2011

To Every Guy...

To every guy that's said, "Sex CAN wait."
To every guy that's said, "You're beautiful."
To every guy that was never too busy to drive across town to see her.
To every guy that gives flowers and a card when she is sick.
To every guy who has given her flowers just because.
To every guy that said he would die for her.
To every guy that really would.
To every guy that took time to do what she wanted to do.
To every guy that she cried in front of.
To every guy that holds hands with her.
To every guy that kisses her with meaning.
To every guy that hugs her when she's sad.
To every guy that hugs her for no reason at all.
To every guy who would give their jacket up for her.
To every guy that calls to make sure she got home safe.
To every guy that would sit and wait for her for hours just to see her for ten minutes.
To every guy that would give his seat up.
To every guy that just wants to cuddle.
To every guy that reassured her that she was beautiful no matter what.
To every guy who told his secrets to her.
To every guy that tried to show how much he cared through every word and every breath.
To every guy that thought maybe this could be the one.
To every guy that believed in her dreams.
To every guy that would have done anything so she could achieve them.
To every guy that never laughed at her when she told him her dreams.
To every guy that walked her to her car.
To every guy that gave his heart.
To every guy who prays that she is happy even if you are not with her.

...This one bulletin is for you...

Not many girls appreciate nice guys anymore... And because o
f this, there are not many left out there...

viernes, 25 de marzo de 2011

Gracias

Este poema se lo escribí hace un tiempo a mi hermana.




Ya no necesito tu fuerza mas
porque me has hecho fuerte
quizas no veas la luz en mi
lo que soñaste abrazandome en tus brazos y sintiendote orgullosa de mi.

Todos los dias que me diste
todos los momentos que salvaste
rezando por mi vida
sacrificados, solo para formarme y enseñarme 
quien soy por mi cuenta.

No lo dices, pero esta en tus ojos
todos los miedos del adios de dejarme volar
pero puedes protegerme, quiero que sepas que siempre
tendrás un lugar y un camino en mi corazon, el mas importante de todos, porque
eso es lo que eres para mi: lo mas importante.

Puedo vivir, porque viviste por mi
Y puedo amar, porque me amaste y me amas incondicionalmente.

Love?

El amor es el olor del verano en una tarde calurosa.
El amor es esa pequeña chispa en el horizonte.
El amor es una palabra de cuatro letras.
Amor es cuando quieres que el tiempo deje de
por un momento más, un día más, uno más para siempre.

jueves, 10 de febrero de 2011

Hay días

Hay días en los que tan solo deseas tener una voz a tu lado
una que te susurre al oído algo dulce
una mano que toque la tuya, y sin mas
y sepas que está ahí
para tranquilizarte cuando los nervios por algo nuevo te perturban
y tiene la palabra justa para animarte.

Hay días en los que solo sueñas despierto,
mientras manejas o caminas rumbo a casa
y algo se mueve dentro de uno…..
nostalgia?? pena??
ni idea de que puede ser.

Porque no todo en el amor es besos y caricias
es también la necesidad de saberse escuchado
de saberse comprendido
de poder refugiarse
y que con solo una mirada sepa que necesitas un abrazo.

Hay días…. días como hoy…..