A thousand Kisses Deep

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
~ Pablo Neruda

This is one of the most beautiful poems I have ever read in my life. I love every bit of it ..

Scream

How long can one stand facing the cold hard wind that blows your mind and soul away? How much more can a fragile body take before breaking into pieces? How loud do I have to scream to be heard? How much can one shed of love and sweat and tears? How long am I to stand to give the illusion of steel? How much longer is this insanity to last ? It’s not fall anymore but these leaves keep falling as gently as tears leave the heart

How many tears can u shed for today, for the gone and for the coming? How many more emotions can one suppress? I am but a human too I feel I cry I ache it seems as though no matter how loud I scream no matter how many tears I shed things cannot go back to the way they were. I wish I could go back to a time where I didn’t know any pain where heartaches were a foreign language and worries were an unfamiliar territory I’m trembling from fear of the unknown clinging onto whatever hope is left in me as the day gets darker by the hour and silence begins to play a role ..

In Thoughts of You

I feel as though I have been crying for years, that my face is dry because of those tears, that my heart has sunk to the deepest ocean my soul is shaking its dreading tomorrow and I dont know what's making it shake anymore im left in the darkest silence It's been the coldest winter and the darkest night a part of me has died and im left with nothing but thoughts of you I'm drowning in my own river of tears ..

~Chica Bonita

"O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head,Which have no correspondence with true sight;Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled,That censures falsely what they see aright?If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,What means the world to say it is not so?If it be not, then love doth well denoteLove's eye is not so true as all men's: no,How can it? O! how can Love's eye be true, That is so vexed with watching and with tears?No marvel then, though I mistake my view;The sun itself sees not, till heaven clears.O cunning Love! with tears thou keep'st me blind,Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find"
- Shakespeare