Blackwork Tattoo Australia

My angel

wandered in the train of dreams, where everything beautiful is fleeting and lasting evil ... where the colors gray green mountains covered with sadness and beauty spots become concrete steps on which fade with the rain and wind. Surviving

impossible task in a hostile world, where people are planning shadows around you not to hurt you unless you cross where loneliness surrounds you with its fine black tulle color, where death seems to be your friend and get rid of what others decide for you.

Amid the dark clouds seem to filter out subtle rays of light, blinding my sad look, my face hot .. the cries of this ruined city without a soul full of people go out giving way to a sweet calm, and in the silence you appear before me, holding out his hand, showing me the way, offering a new outlet.

sweet angel eyes rinse my tears, I soak in warmth and comfort my soul .. the gentle angel hair sliding between my fingers, kisses that smile back to this being that in life had died, you delete the hopelessness of my days and make new sueños.Que did to deserve you? you have saved me and I have done? try to soak my sorrow, question answers that once seemed safe.

I may be a shade more than inert plans for this city ... maybe I did not deserve to be saved and had only what looked to me ... If my angel takes flight someday I'll understand because for me sadder than a train with no direction, a path of broken glass on which to walk barefoot, you know I'm not worthy of you, I do not deserve your eyes could melt a glacier and transform Eden, I do not deserve your touch, and your comfort, which makes up bad words 'I love you', or that my tears soak your chest again.

Now that your arms are my home I do not want to undertake any trip, I will not threaten marchar.Quien me without my angel? lips mute, expressionless eyes, a heart that pumps blood, a book with blank pages ... I'm nothing without you, and you gave me life does not take from me my love, please forgive me ...

I:

I feel that in a while my desire to be an observer of life prevents me live mine .. I want my days
regain soundtrack and listen while the hot air coming through the car windows ruffled his hair and the blue vastness stretches before my eyes caressing the windshield ..
heaven I want to see roses and stop to watch beautiful sunsets, watch as the sun sets on the horizon satisfied for giving me a perfect day ..
I want to go in search of new paradises lost and found again fails to understand how I could spend your entire life without stepping on them.
smile again I want to give and receive other accomplices of mine.
I look in eyes that look at both mine his own reflection ..
I want to walk alongside the rest of the people and find out who made my steps its way and our lives with a single destination.
arms I want to make my home and make a slight touch on a reason to continue ..

metaphor for death

walk through the world oblivious to my existence, while I quietly and silently await the time to be your friend and the only consolation, your fragile existence its lying alone in my fingers.
Wait hidden in the shadows the outline of your last smile to make you mine finally kiss your lips and cold, inert, brittle, free life ... and no longer feel fear, pain or sorrow ... you can only feel my arms acunándote in my lap, rocking gently as the breeze fanned the trees as autumn looms wait between the last days of sunshine.
'll be mine and I'll love you forever beyond the distance, time and pain threshold. Alone forever a soul and a spirit Desojo love of being who has defeated, alone forever you and me.

my last rhyme for you

-much diplomacy and wisdom of someone who previously only listened to his heart, when a glance was used to cancel 'logic' and disturb all your reason.

Since when have you become so grid and calculating, rationalizing feelings to weigh all the pain ..

"I'd rather argue with you than make love with another 'everything where it was?
Your sweet madness to sanity gave vulgar .. thus concluding what you know is never finished.

You're not special, only to be prefabricated, a hypocrite like crazy ..
captain of a ship foundering paper fears, even obvious what you feel for fear of failing.

May you be happy in your perfect world, I keep looking for the spark and not 'politically correct' ..

Your'll still looking at other q-fire if they felt before, cool nights and early mornings living cold ..

May your wisdom and knowing how to entertain you in the bed like a fleece blanket, I know what I want and I will fight ..

recover someday I hope you sold your soul and do not start and played more games and sunk ..

Haber

if you assume that I prefer the more hard battle for the 'peace' of the q presume ..

prefer a bullet, death on the spot, go to another neighborhood ... but that if baby:
INTACT WITH ALL MY DREAMS ..