Nicolaa Gallardo

Dreams that once haunted me with their melodies.

Never understanding the words of their tunes.
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The eyes of a wanderer struck closely to the sky.
With sadness, he sighed a longing sigh.
Has love left him once more?
A blank space filled his thoughts.
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The moon illuminates the cascading waves of the sea.
Genty flowing and rolling in and out of the shore
Heart beats in sync with every crash of a wave
The breeze howling like a lone wolf.
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Your eyes that haunt me while I sleep
Your smile that has been tattooed on my mind
Your voice that is forever a melody
Inspiring me in all I do.
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I'm walking under shadows
The sky is overcast
The wind breaks down the borders
Of all the days this was my last
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A watchful eye that drifted over the room
Looking closely at one's imperfections
Fearful that one might outshine
Hidden under that egotistic house
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Remember how you wandered aimlessly around the mall?
The way you almost tripped over a bag of a random person sitting by the balcony?
Because your mind lingered on about that one guy.
You know, the one who drove you nuts.
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My love is like the wind, you do not see it but you feel it.
It is like the stars, its impossible to explain.
Like the trees in the Autumn breeze, soft and calm.
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The soft petals of time shield me as I slumber.
Falling as though the ground never existed and it was a blank memory of tomorrow.
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Mind lingers on into depth, with one thought into another.
Living in a dull state of something yet feeling almost nothing
With every breath, life seemed to be quieter
Where were you?
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With the burning passion and ecstasy flowing
Life has had tears and smiles all together
Your beauty like a swan in a silver lake
Dear lover with a child's mind
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The sad story written on your face, is only a mask to hide.
Star gazed lies that leave your mouth, are only broken truths.
Time slowly creeps into the shadow
Only few would notice your different ways
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Days and years go by, with rain drops in the clouds.
People have made their choices with their own risk at heart.
Consequences, good or bad, must be faced.
The mist of tomorrow comes after today.
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The smell of the rain filled the atmosphere with gloom.
As she looked out at the gray sky.
Her eyes unreadable.
And her voice cracked in the time of doom.
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My eyes were said to tear when you disappeared.
When your voice came into range, I shed happy tears.
Looking for the words and running out of fears.
Dear lover I am waiting, by the bubbling creek.
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A mockingbird once told me of a man behind a tree.
Said he was lone but happy in his comfortable state.
With his smile so wide and warm, I came to stay awhile.
Looking at a man not farther than a mile.
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