To See A Rose
To see a rose,
first you have to look at its thorns,
so that you can't feel happinness,
if you haven't experienced sadness.
To see a rose,
you have to take her carefully,
you have to love her beauty,
and be aware of her danger.
To see a rose,
you have to be humble,
not envy her beauty,
nor destroy her perfecion.
To see a rose,
you have to be realistic,
to know there's no such beautiful thing in the world,
as the delicate perfection and beauty of a rose.
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Color Blind
Everyday seemed to be rainy,
I just woke up to see the gray clouds on my window,
the birds didn't illuminate my mornings with their beautiful melody anymore,
I couldn't see more colors than black gray and white.
One day I woke up after having a colorful dream,
I could see more than gray,
I realized I was a color blind before,
because I noticed that after that rain and clouds,
there has always been a rainbow for me,
so I was color blind not to notice that colorful rainbow before,
but, they say that you can't see a rainbow without rain
My rain was just a wall not to see that beautiful rainbow,
now it has dissappeared,
I'm not a color blind anymore,
Now standing in front of my window,
I can see a bautiful bird red and blue looking for flowers,
Flowers violet and pink standing on the ground,
the beautiful green of trees and plants,
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The Mind Inside My Hero
Unique friend imposible to find,
caring and loving for the ones who are,
The protector of broken hearts,
A true hero in my world.
Seems to be perfect for us,
but that's only what the eyes can see,
'cause my heart can see something else,
A vulnerable soul under it's shield.
My perfect hero has his sectrets,
Unknown for the ones who see with the eyes,
my hero is becoming weak with the time,
but he can't realize....
The mind inside my hero,
Keeps feelings hidden,
for the ones he must protect,
to trust, and not be afraid.
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My Angel The Lover
Once I saw an angel with a broken wing,
a piece of heaven was left alone,
this angel had no force to go back.
My angel then told me he needed me,
My answer was,
I am no angel you can trust on.
He told me that he needed me to stay alive,
that maybe I was no angel to him,
but that I was his own piece of heaven.
With a broken wing, laying on the ground,
I saw through his dark inocent eyes,
my angel became a lover,
and I became the beloved one.
This couldn't happen.
He was an angel, I was demon.
I was going to hurt him,
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