Dandelion

It is Hard. Hard to hear you talk and not get the feeling I'm missing something. Hard to see you walk and not want to be by your side forever. Hard to hear you laugh and not want to be every reason you do. Hard to listen to the word "love" come out of your lips and not whisper "me please?". Hard to pretend every single time you touch me time doesn't stop. Hard to think so much about you and not shout when I realize you're not a dream. Hard not to dream about you. Hard not to label all my songs with your lastname. Hard to feel like I'm not the only one. Hard to be myself around you. Hard to be strong. Hard (and harder) to breathe. Hard not to give it all up and just keep you forever like this. Hard not to blow it. Pretty hard to be inlove, but how amazingly beautiful the little things it brings. marie

I know you know I like you I woud if I were you Cause how could you not notice my eyes are lost in yours? I may not know your secrets, But God, I think of you. And sometimes your smiles whispers you might think of me, too. You asked Dear Susy, when? the answer is whenever. Dear Susy, where? baby, anywhere. I don't care if the world ends tomorrow, or if life plays tricks on us, you'll always be The One, the one I'm hoping for. I don't quite get your movies, and you don't really like mine. We're closer than ever but still so very far... I guess I'll never get to know you as well as in my dreams because I'm too inlove wih you and what we could have been. We should, you know, meet at that coffee we always talked about. And get lost in the music, the sugar and the tea And how our seater feels alright. And maybe something inside will wake up And finally you'll look at my soul. And there'll be no more fakeness; jus...

Quisera no ver lo que no quieres que vea. Lo que no veía cuando te quería, porque te quise. Pero aún así te veo, y ojalá que tu me vieras. ¡Que me vieras algún día! Que me vieras un poquito, que me vieras en verdad. Que con eso te bastara para darme de tus sueños. O mejor, Tu realidad. M.Z.

There's a secret place that lies between the Forgotten and the Broken It's the Lost and Found a land that promisses nothing. There's a hidden place besides the Lonesome Shore it's the Lost and Found land where nothing is for sure. Because you can't know what you've lost if you don't miss it. And you can't lose what you've lost since you no longer own it to lose. And if your chance flew away to get back what you wanted; And if your burning heart sings and cries to the moon, perhaps one day you'll walk the silly path the blury path to the Lost and Found land which no one wants to cross because it makes you see you've lost more than you could ever find. Maybe one day you'll wake up and remember what you once had and maybe you'll want it back. But you can't really know if you've already been there and wether you found what you were looking for and you let it slip away. Maybe you jut let it slip ...