Tag: music

The Ability To Trust Again

I’m scared. This scares me. My ability to so easily give all of me so quickly and freely after years of torturous growth After painful rivers of bloodshed scar me Scare me. How can you ever trust when you don’t know the meaning of or the sound of the words Trust me I’m scared that…

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I Missed you

  I’m sorry I haven’t spoken to you in a while I just needed a moment with myself To love With nature and love. You were always on my mind You’re always on my mind A constant song filled with beautiful imagery and poetic melodies You’ll always be my first love You’ll always be part…

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Suffocating

I just want to breathe. I’ve been finding myself suffocating with the words that my heart knows but my mouth refuses to say. They’re tied in a lovely bow against my neck slowly squeezing, I feel the warm stream of blood as they break through the skin of my throat. Tragic. I hear a soft…

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Madness

  Maybe it’s the way you watch me eyes glazed over lips form a smirk   Or the way your words create a hypnotic rhythm as you say “I can see the madness in your eyes”   now my eyes glaze over as my hips sway and hands roam my damp skin soft smile on my…

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Our View

  We both agreed that it’s the little things that really matter.  Gabriela A Tejada   Copyright © All Rights Reserved. All Images were taken by me unless stated otherwise.

Living

  You held my hand as we hiked our way to the top, told me to trust you I was nervous but excited. you held me close as I admired the view I completely let go and lost my breath in its beauty. There is somuch that we take for granted because we can’t disconnect…

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My Favorite Weather

  Gabriela A Tejada  Copyright © All Rights Reserved. All Images were taken by me unless stated otherwise.

F Train ( Years Later)

  Tonight she’s on the F train. Surrounded by strangers. Tired faces and smells she wouldn’t be able to describe. Looking around at their faces she sees their story. The frustrations of everyday struggles and hustle, the rush to get to point Z from point A. I look around and I find my reflection staring back…

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I left my Heart in Montréal

      I left that Thursday night expecting nothing yet came back with everything but my heart. When you least expect it, it finds you.   Gabriela A Tejada Copyright © All Rights Reserved. All Images were taken by me unless stated otherwise.