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sigo aqui tirando lirica sin consolacion...

It took 10 pins for me to see you,
and a strike for me to like you.

All it took was a perfectly flowing ball,
down a straight path,

A beautiful sight,
as 10 pins fall to the grace,
of your beautiful smile.

And yet so quickly,
Who would have known,
that when I threw 76,
I would lose it all.

76 words is all it took,

I might as well quit now.
I fucked up.

I'm supposed to be the one
who never blows his composure
Even though I hold the weight of my friends
on my shoulders

I ain't never supposed to show it,
my friends ain't supposed to know it
Even if it means goin' toe to toe
with a crack on Earth it don't matter

I use to be the strong one,
The loyal and the good one,
but when it came to the loyalty of two,
I was split between the same,

Inevitably I hurt one more than the other,
I took a step in the wrong direction,
I took a shot to the chest outta my own weapon,

I broke my own heart by fulfilling the same one,
and now i'm lying here with nothing to say,
and nothing to feel.

I use to think it was possible,
And second time around I hesitate,
I've seen it before,
And I guess i'll see it again,

Because i'm as stubborn as it gets,
And that's the price i'll pay.

For closing my eyes and
hoping it's gonna be ok.

cuidate,
qk.

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First my apologies.
Perhaps I gave y'all the idea that
it was all spit without the gears
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Words can leave you salivating
But sweat builds the fucking mountains
So don't ever forget that in a heartbeat
I could carry your dreams and forget I even did

You're swimming in it, but you can't even float
The irony of words is that they hold the strength of plans
Without the gunshot
You'll never be grand.

We can all aim high but precision does the talking
It's all too simple these days
With the chatter and spread of information
We're suddenly heroes and activists

But we haven't even blinked, the AC,
It's still running. It's near silence
but its not. The inaction,
It's deafening.

Heck I've gone mute,
I can't even rhyme shit
that could emphasize the prolonged
dream of a typeface, the letters were blank.

It was always that way,
It was always silent because at some point
We stop pinching ourselves and assume
that it was deserved…

Click

"Click".

It switched.
Unequivocally different.
Through those hardships
We finally turned around.

Perhaps reflections and glimmers
Gave us sight when we could not claim
But the panoramic put the shimmer
To shame.

Thank you.
In this brilliance we rose
Hoping to understand why the routine
drifts away in prose

For every detail and every insight
The neurons kept firing in question,
Let us speak for it is time
To mark this audacity in rhyme.

Although subtle
The cues went noticed
The portrait tact
And yet somehow,
Obtruded.

But lets digress from these colors
Let the light paint our shadow
For the steps keep calling
with a subtle vibration

We know its time.

Let me get hurt.

Let me sit here,
Let me feel the drops,
As my heart shatters,
and your shadow drifts away.

Let us get confounded,
Let us mix emotions,
Pour them all into a melting pot,
Pour them all into a blurry past.

I want to look back,
and know that I have felt,
I want to look back and know,
That I have loved.

Because from the pain,
and from the tears,
and from the painful nights,
that I shivered through,

There were the nights,
that you held my hand,
and gave me warmth,

There were the nights,
where it was only us awake,
in the whole wide world,
It was only us who felt love.
Let me believe that it was all true,

Let my tears be for the moments that I miss,
and not for the moments that I did not live.

Let me get hurt, because only then,
will I have lived.

Let me get hurt, because only then,
will I have loved.