With Neruda, I fell in love with you.

It was so beautiful, I felt I had to close my eyes wide shut,

just to remember this was not a dream.

Then Hemingway came along, by then I was feeling a little lost in your eyes. Some days were good, some days were bad. Yet, I still held on.

But when I suddenly found myself with Bukowski on my nightstand.

Well, I knew then, baby, we were ******. He brought me back to reality, and I understood at that moment, that we were finally done.


*Sandoval

My lips no longer taste of you.

He kissed away your breath, and sent it out to sea.

It drowned in a storm

where I no longer feel your pain.

And washed away, to a place where you

no longer have a name.


*Sandoval

I write what

I feel,

and I feel

what I write.


*Sandoval

My universe hung from the tip of his fingers.

As he played my constellations to rhythm
of his own selfish desires.

He created the moon to tame me,
and the stars to make me believe in his magic.

But he forgot one thing, his sun gave me fire,

and his strings gave me strength. My galaxies at last,
had no lengths.


*Sandoval

That empty feeling inside of me,

when everything reminds me of him.

I cry and I sigh, but the pain just wont subside.
How do you hide from whats inside?

When its your soul who cant breathe,

and hes everything you need.


*Sandoval

We defied our darkness.

Like Alpherg and Antares;

together with their decaying light,

they became stronger than a million suns.


*Sandoval

My soul

is  empty,

the sadness

drained it out.


*Sandoval