My dreams

Por: Arleen Mercado

My dreams are falling from the stars
while I’m surviving this pain,
and my skin is getting full of scars
but I’m not going to complain.

This strange fight was only mine
even though you wanted to be there,
so I let you stay making me blind
of what becomes a great despair.

Now I’m saying goodbye
to a feeling that is killing me,
while I’m looking at the sky
to tell the stars what I want to be.

Look in my eyes and you’ll see
a strong woman getting hurt,
but she is going to find the key
to let you go and you’ll agree.

This is my only chance
to find courage and fight;
this is going to be my last dance
with a love that is not right.

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Time
Por: Arleen Mercado

Time is nothing to change;
it’s just a simple passing by
trying the best to be safe
in a world that is a lie.
Time is just a simple second
waiting for a precious smile,
but not even a good person
understands the need to cry.
Time is waiting for a love
or just for a person to come;
it’s a second that takes a birth
and that same second takes death.
Why waiting for something
instead of fighting for living
in a world were the lies come
and the truth is just a show.
Time is a piece of paper
waiting for those verses
that never have been made
or even those words to rest.