It Starts Inside.

She sat down on her windowsill and looked up at the night sky. The stars shined. The moon was full and bright. She asked the planets to align, to show her a sign. She begged for guidance. Patience. Some kind …

What If?

What if life is a game?

The only game we could play.

What if we simply get bored in other dimensions and choose not stay?

What if we come to planet earth to feel, think and love?

Just because it’s fun.

If we could disconnect from the person we’ve become.

Disconnect from the people and things that have hurt us.

Look at life in a different light;

Almost child like.

With out so much grief and strife.

I wonder if then we could learn to enjoy life?

Or is not giving into our dramas and fears too much of a sacrifice?

-Erika Fuego

A Day at the Park

A day at the park

And we talked for 8 hours straight

A day at the park and I couldn’t take the smile off my face

A day spent by his side

And I can’t remember the last time I laughed so much

A day looking into his eyes and couldn’t help but see a spark

A day in his company

And I felt happy, for the first time in a long time

A day at his side

And I never felt more alive

It was just a day in the park

But I can’t get it out of my head

It was just a few hours with a friend

But I can’t pretend I didn’t feel it might be the beginning of something.

But I must have been wrong because after our day in the park, I never heard from him much.

So much for thinking, it may have been love.

-Erika Fuego

I am Enough.

Can you love me?

Can you make me feel beautiful?

Can you hold me?

Can you cuddle with me?

Can you make me feel worthy, special, wanted and loved?

I want to fall in love.

I want to love & be loved.

blah, blah, blah…

Screw that.

Not Another Love Game

I don’t want to play a game.

I don’t want to play hard to get.

I don’t want to wait to respond to your message

Or not answer when you call the first time.

The Disney disease

 

Someone rescue me.

Run in to my arms at full speed.

Violins and meadows filled with dandelions.

Fill my darkness with bright red and blue sirens.

Make Love

 I want to sink into you & make your body my home.

You fit perfectly inside me, as if it were where you belong.

Hopeless Romantic

They say a realist is a frustrated romantic. Maybe, that’s true.

I am a romantic; A hopeless one.

Me singing Adele- Someone Like You

You were my greatest love and no matter how many times i sing this song, I know i will never find another like you. Sorry, i couldn’t hold back the tears.
I miss you and I love you.
I always will.