IT'S TOO LATE... MY FIRST SONG

ITS TOO LATE
You walked away from my love,
I never knew what you were doing,
You never said goodbye,
All you ever did to me was lie.
So now it's too late,
Too late to tell me that you love me,
Too late to tell me that you need me,
All over again.
For if you loved me,
You'd never break my heart so many times,
You'd never make me break down and cry,
All over again.
So I'll close the door this time,
And cry on my pillow,
For I still love you,
And there is nothing I can do.
For it is too late,
Too late to tell you that I love you,
Too late to tell you that I need you,
All over again.
I have missed you,
So many times I have thought of you.
You were everything too me,
But its too late for us now.
So it is too late,
Too late to tell me that you love me,
Too late to tell me that you need me,
All over again.
I love you,
But it's too late for us anyway,
My heart cannot to be broken,
All over again.
For it is too late,
Too late to tell me that you love me,
Too late to tell me that you want me,
All over again.
It is too late to tell me that you love me,
Too late to tell me that you can't be without me now.
copyright May 6, 2016 Brenda A. Ysaguirre

THERE IS SO MUCH LOVE

There is so much that I do,
There is so much about you.
There is so much unknown,
There is so much we have grown.
There is happiness when you are near,

There is love everywhere.
There is silence in the night,
There is loving in the morning light.
I can only hope that you understand,
That there is a reason you are the man!
I can only show you how much I care,
And hope that you will always be near.
But the wind sings a sad little song,
And the heart tells me that something is wrong.
So I live day by day in fear,
For the love I have for you is so dear.
Brenda A. Ysaguirre Copyright 2008 Brenda A. Ysaguirre

MY FACEBOOK ADDICTION ...A HAIKU

FACEBOOK ADDICTION
YOU KEEP ME UP ALL NIGHT LONG
STOP CONTROLLING ME

WHY IS IT ONLY SOMETIMES

(For abused women everywhere) Sometimes you are so kind,
Sometimes all is fine.
Sometimes I am your queen,
Sometimes your heart just gleams.
Then you turn around and change,
Then you become so out of range.
Then I feel the hurt inside,
Then I feel I´m on a roller coaster ride.
Why is it hard for you submit?
Why is it so difficult for you to fit?
Why must you always turn away?
Why can´t I see the real you every day?
Brenda A. Ysaguirre Copyright 2009 Brenda A. Ysaguirre

GOODBYE WINTER, HELLO SPRING

As beautiful as a new day
As lively as you may.
The Springtime is here once more.
The sunshine is creeping in your door.
Goodbye Winter, hello Spring.
Goodbye sweaters, hello Spring.
Goodbye heaters, hello breeze.
Goodbye Winter, its time for SPRING!
Brenda Ysaguirre copyright March 2015

UNO DE MIS FRASES PARA VOS HOY

"El amor me ha enseñado a querer; La vida me ha enseñado a disfrutar. AMO LA VIDA." (BRENDA A. YSAGUIRRE)

HAPPY ST PATRICK'S DAY

SERA QUE CONOCES A ESTA MUJER

Solicitamos tu ayuda... ésta mujer de aproximadamente 30 años de edad, se encuentra en calidad de desconocida en la cama 112 de terapia intensiva del Hospital General, fue localizada en Rosamorada severamente golpeada y trasladada a Tepic, con traumatismo craneoencefálico severo, fractura de pelvis y golpes en todo su cuerpo... si la identificas o conoces a alguno de sus familiares, por favor comunícate a Derechos Humanos al Tel. 213-89-86 o lada sin costo 01 800 503-77-55. Las imágenes no son agradables, pero por favor comparte, alguno de tus contactos podría ayudar a identificarla... gracias.

IT SEEMS

It seems like just yesterday,
I was cheerful in my happy way.
It seems like just yesterday,
I listened to all the things you had to say.

It seems like just yesterday,
We walked hand in hand down the street.
It seems like just yesterday,
We had so many friends to greet.

It seems like just yesterday,
My world was complete.
It seems like just yesterday,
There was nothing in it I would delete.

It seems that Time stood still,
The moment you left me against your will.
It seems that Time stood still,
And even now my eyes with tears still fill.

It seems as if Life will never be the same,
Because without you in it there is nothing.
It seems as if Life will never be the same,
Until I see you again.

Brenda A. Ysaguirre
copyright 2011

YOU ARE THE REASON

If things happen for a reason,

If things happen by chance.

If things go with a purpose,

Then it was love at first glance.

I tell myself that its okay,

I tell myself time will tell.

I tell myself I can hear everything you´d say,

But ín my heart I know all is far from well.

You came into my life for a reason,

You came to be more than a friend,

You proved that I could be strong even now,

You proved that my love would have no end.

So I listen when the wind blows,

And I hear the chimes across the street.

Your songs are with me wherever I go,

And your love still makes my heart beat.

For time will move on,

And places may change,

But the fact that we loved each other,

Will forever remain.

For you were the reason I was there,

You were the reason we grew near.

You were the reason my strength grew,

You will always be the reason my love is true.

Brenda Ysaguirre copyright July 2011

ANOTHER THURSDAY

I use to love Thursdays when we first met,
Because it was the day we´d always do things we hadn´t done yet.
I would cross the border and be with you,
And we do all the things I never knew we could do.

It was the day we would share all our plans,
They were the days I would learn from your curing hands.
They were the times we would go out to eat,
They were the times many new friends I got to meet.

We would sit at Costa Azul or Los Mestizos by three,
And after a while you´d join the keyboard player and sing to me.
Never a day would go by without our favorite drinks or my song,
Never a Thursday without happiness and I thought nothing would ever go wrong.

But now it´s just another Thursday that comes ever week,
No more songs from you, no more loving eyes that wink.
No more Costa Azul, the place is now closed down,
And Los Mestizos is not the same without you around.

You left me one rainy night to seek the angels above,
But before you left you taught me all about love.
I carry you in my heart and on my mind each day,
And look forward to one day when "I love you , Negrita" again I will hear you say.

Papi, Thursday will always be our day,
Thursday was the beginning of your life in Mexico coming my way.
Thursday is not the same now without you in my arms or my head resting on you,
Thursday is never going to be the same no matter what I do.

But it will remain in my heart and on my mind,
For Thursday is where peace and happiness I can find,
I will remember everything we did and everything you told me,
Because Thursday was once the day we set our emotions free.

So until we meet again in that place beyond,
Thursdays I will carry memories of you so fond,
And smile and think of all we use to do,
And remember that once you were here and our love was true.

REST IN PEACE, ABEL.  CIELO, I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU.

Brenda A. Ysaguirre Lopez

MEMORIES OF YOU

A walk down the street,
Saying hi to old friends I meet,
Brings back memories of you,
And all the things we use to do.

I pass by the pottery store,
Filled now with vase and pots of flowers galore,
¿La compramos, Negrita? – Your voice I can hear,
And suddenly my eyes are flooded with brand new tears.

No so much returns to me,
Of times when happy we use to be.
It seems just like yesterday you were here,
Then I had everything and there was nothing to fear.

So, I walk in a trance every now and then,
Realizing the love I have for you will never end,
Because you showed me what real love could be,
And because one day you said you loved me.

Brenda A. Ysaguirre
Copyright 2010

INVERTIENDO EL AHORA

Vivo el AHORA,

Pero quiero el pasado.

Reacciono al AHORA,

Pero seguir así, ya no puedo.

Veo el AHORA,

Sin embargo, no puedo aceptar,

Me muevo en el AHORA,

Pero cada día está lleno de pesar.

Te escucho AHORA,

Pero recuerdo el pasado,

Acepto el AHORA,

Pero mi alegría está cerrado.

Odio el AHORA,

Porque te has ido adonde no estoy,

Me niego el AHORA,

Porque te quiero de regreso hoy.

Brenda A. Ysaguirre

Copyright 2010 Brenda A. Ysaguirre