“If only I’d thought of the right words
I would have held onto your heart.
If only I’d thought of the right words
I wouldn’t be breaking apart, all my pictures of you.”
―
I would have held onto your heart.
If only I’d thought of the right words
I wouldn’t be breaking apart, all my pictures of you.”
―
“In this relentless clash, between
me and my life
both of us persist restlessly, trying
to find the weakest moment in one another.”
―
me and my life
both of us persist restlessly, trying
to find the weakest moment in one another.”
―
“As the years go by, I see my youth slip away
And with each passing day, I can't help but to dismay
At the choices that I've made and the paths that I've trod
And the things that I regret, the mistakes that I've not
For with age comes wisdom, and with wisdom comes regret
For all the things I could have done, but never quite did yet
And all the things I should have said, but held back in fear
And all the chances that I missed, year after year
But though the wrinkles on my face may tell a different tale
I know that it's not too late, for life is not a jail
And though I may be getting old, I still have time to start
To make new choices, take new paths, and heal a broken heart
So here I stand, at the crossroads once again
With time and choices stretching out before me like a pen
And though the road ahead may be long and winding still
I'll make the most of every day, and savor every thrill
For I may be getting old, but I am not yet done
And though I may have regrets, I'll rise above, and won.”
―
And with each passing day, I can't help but to dismay
At the choices that I've made and the paths that I've trod
And the things that I regret, the mistakes that I've not
For with age comes wisdom, and with wisdom comes regret
For all the things I could have done, but never quite did yet
And all the things I should have said, but held back in fear
And all the chances that I missed, year after year
But though the wrinkles on my face may tell a different tale
I know that it's not too late, for life is not a jail
And though I may be getting old, I still have time to start
To make new choices, take new paths, and heal a broken heart
So here I stand, at the crossroads once again
With time and choices stretching out before me like a pen
And though the road ahead may be long and winding still
I'll make the most of every day, and savor every thrill
For I may be getting old, but I am not yet done
And though I may have regrets, I'll rise above, and won.”
―
“In a world where ‘likes’ and ‘followers’ define worth, we have become a society of self-promotion and self-indulgence, where the true value of human connection and genuine experience is lost to the endless pursuit of more.”
―
―
“who has time to dream about butterflies in a world of caged birds?”
― Half Love: Metade Amor - Bilingual Poems (English & Portuguese). An immigrant poetic journey and her pondering about life, love and loss
― Half Love: Metade Amor - Bilingual Poems (English & Portuguese). An immigrant poetic journey and her pondering about life, love and loss
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