Stay.

Stop me, before I go
Then send me on my way.
I just, I just need to know
If you want me to stay.
Kiss me, before I go
Then I'll be on my way.
I just, I just need to know
If you want me to stay,
Then ask me to stay.
If you want me to stay,
Then ask me to stay,
For you.

//\\Paper Planes //\\

Two crumpled pieces of paper

Lying on the floor

Both a little lonely, both a little blue

Broken hearted, tattered and torn.

Two crumpled pieces of paper

Together they would dream

Of a life where scars and pain would fade

Of a world where they'd be free.

One day one piece of old paper

Now flattened, fixed, and white,

Was molded and folded into a plane 

And he knew he was meant to fly.

The forgotten little piece of old paper

Through tears she watched the sky

Lonely and lost, still broken and blue

She knew that he had to fly.

Well one day the crumpled old paper

Was flattened, fixed, and made white.

And molded and folded into a plane

Now it was her turn to fly.

Two little planes made of paper

Flying different paths

You see young love is simple and oh so sweet,

But young love  never lasts.

Susurros de Los Ángeles (Whispers of the Angels) ~poem

so for spanish class, our assignment was to write a poem about something in nature, and i chose the wind. below is the translation to english. :) dedicated to Rancho, and the exchange students from Juarez. <3 Estoy orando para uds. <3

Susurros de Los Ángeles

//Leyenda dice que ángeles caminan en la Tierra
Pero no pueden hablar con la gente.
Así que ellos susurran en la noche a las estrellas
Y las estrellas cantan su canción de cuna al viento.
 El viento es el mensajero de Dios.
Lleva los susurros de los ángeles y la canción de las estrellas.
A las almas de la gente cuando sueñan.
El viento se besa las caras de los descorazonados.
Y da paz a las mentes de los asustados.
En la noche, escuche al viento y sus palabras misteriosas.
Porque los ángeles tienen mucho que decir.//

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Legend says that angels walk on Earth
But they cannot talk to the people.
So they whisper in the night to the stars
And the stars sing their lullaby to the wind.

The wind is the messenger of God.
It takes the whispers of the angels and the song of the stars
To the souls of the people while they dream.
The wind kisses the faces of the brokenhearted.
And gives peace to the minds of the frightened.

At night, listen to the wind and its mysterious words.
Because the angels have much to say.

older.

in the cross roads
in the cross hairs
make a choice
if you dare.
wrong roads
with no cares
make a choice
if it's there

good girl
good times
make a choice
if you choose
right roads
right minds
make a choice
win or lose

when black looks white
and white looks grey
make a choice
if you can
when wrong seems right
forget what others say
make a choice
i know you can.

i did.