LOCKED OUT OF HEAVEN, by the beautiful and sensual Bruno Mars. This song is just like a high dosis for me. Makes me smile, the lyrics are kinda cool and significant. I love it. And apart from some words which would need some modifications, the lyrics are perfect for me right now. Just take it :)
Never had much faith in love or miracles
Never wanna put my heart on the line
But swimming in your world is something spiritual
I'm born again every time you spend the night
'Cause your sex takes me to paradise
Yeah, your sex takes me to paradise
And it shows, yeah, yeah, yeah
'Cause you make me feel like, I've been locked out of heaven
For too long, for too long
Yeah, you make me feel like, I've been locked out of heaven
For too long, for too long
You bring me to my knees
You make me testify
You can make a sinner change his ways
Open up your gates cause I can't wait to see the light
And right there is where I wanna stay
Can I just stay here
Spend the rest of my days here
'Cause you make me feel like, I've been locked out of heaven
For too long, for too long
Yeah, you make me feel like, I've been locked out of heaven
For too long, for too long
Never wanna put my heart on the line
But swimming in your world is something spiritual
I'm born again every time you spend the night
'Cause your sex takes me to paradise
Yeah, your sex takes me to paradise
And it shows, yeah, yeah, yeah
'Cause you make me feel like, I've been locked out of heaven
For too long, for too long
Yeah, you make me feel like, I've been locked out of heaven
For too long, for too long
You bring me to my knees
You make me testify
You can make a sinner change his ways
Open up your gates cause I can't wait to see the light
And right there is where I wanna stay
Can I just stay here
Spend the rest of my days here
'Cause you make me feel like, I've been locked out of heaven
For too long, for too long
Yeah, you make me feel like, I've been locked out of heaven
For too long, for too long
I shouldn't be writing this now. It's already 8:36pm and I'm not gonna finish it till 10, I guess.
I'll try to be quick, real quick. I'll maybe make two posts.
Tonight there is just one thing I'm thinking about. Him. Again. That shouldn't be, because I tried hard those past three months to get him out of my head. I tried so hard that I was concentrating (well, at least I tried this, too) in another boy. I gave up. I'm talking about the guy I met this summer, that I "felt in love" with. I was finally forgeting him, for real. How can you spend months and months thinking 24/7 of a boy that is so far from you, unexistent, almost. But lately, my literary passion made me wright some phrases on the web. Right inside of me, I know that these phrases are in a way for him, and my only wish is that he sees them. He does. And does it well making me notice that it had seen them, and aproved them. How I am supposed to get over him if I'm suffering from his absence and at the same time from his presence ? So far but so close. It's frustrating. Unbearable because I know I can't do anything about it. Believing would be insane. Impossible. At the same time, it's hard to turn page on something that really happened. It was like a dream, a beautiful one. But for this one I wasn't asleep, and it was a daydream. It was real, here. Connection. But every thing gotta stop. And it did. Gotta face it. I was hard. I made a reason. I made it soon. Listening to some songs wasn't as hard as it was some months ago. Seeing things remembering him wasn't as hard. And then, it's like he's back. The memory which had become hazy is clear again, hiting, beating.
It's harder when you think that if this boy was nearly here, it could totally work. He's just my type. But no, my type is MILES AND MILES away from here. How unfair, right? Life.
I'll try to be quick, real quick. I'll maybe make two posts.
Tonight there is just one thing I'm thinking about. Him. Again. That shouldn't be, because I tried hard those past three months to get him out of my head. I tried so hard that I was concentrating (well, at least I tried this, too) in another boy. I gave up. I'm talking about the guy I met this summer, that I "felt in love" with. I was finally forgeting him, for real. How can you spend months and months thinking 24/7 of a boy that is so far from you, unexistent, almost. But lately, my literary passion made me wright some phrases on the web. Right inside of me, I know that these phrases are in a way for him, and my only wish is that he sees them. He does. And does it well making me notice that it had seen them, and aproved them. How I am supposed to get over him if I'm suffering from his absence and at the same time from his presence ? So far but so close. It's frustrating. Unbearable because I know I can't do anything about it. Believing would be insane. Impossible. At the same time, it's hard to turn page on something that really happened. It was like a dream, a beautiful one. But for this one I wasn't asleep, and it was a daydream. It was real, here. Connection. But every thing gotta stop. And it did. Gotta face it. I was hard. I made a reason. I made it soon. Listening to some songs wasn't as hard as it was some months ago. Seeing things remembering him wasn't as hard. And then, it's like he's back. The memory which had become hazy is clear again, hiting, beating.
It's harder when you think that if this boy was nearly here, it could totally work. He's just my type. But no, my type is MILES AND MILES away from here. How unfair, right? Life.
I'm into love songs again. Oh boy. I so fucked up. "Never had much faith in love... Never wanna put my heart on the line. But swimming in your world in something spiritual..." I'm not lucky in love. Never really find a boy that could be really someone that would make me say "Mom, Dad it's him" (for now, of course). I'm not looking for a man. Just for a present. Carpe Diem. Don't know about tomorrow. It will come has it may. Just wanna live the day as if it was my last alive. I would really like to live this way.
Anyways, I'm going to far from the topic of the day...
Anyways, I'm going to far from the topic of the day...
I'm thinking. Way too much. I better free my mind. It's not healthy.
How can I be healthy acting like I do... When I got to make the memory be hazy, I still kept him with me with some sounds... And now that he has show up, these sounds are like a dosis. Making me both excited and stone.
I'm going to cure. Soon.
How can I be healthy acting like I do... When I got to make the memory be hazy, I still kept him with me with some sounds... And now that he has show up, these sounds are like a dosis. Making me both excited and stone.
I'm going to cure. Soon.
Later kids. Take care.
Mucho amor.
-J.
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