I hope you listen.

You're the home i've been dying to make.

Track of time trying to make a name for myself 'cause every lonely heart can use an honest song.

Nobody likes you when you're 23.

No more love.

I don’t have any more energy
to write you love poems.
I can sleep alone now,
I can kiss my own wounds and
tuck myself in when it gets rough,
so I’m sorry,
but this is my last time apologizing
to someone who will never remember me
as anything more than a mistake.
I need to forget you now,
really forget you,
not just delete your number and
my pictures of you.
I’ve been holding your memory close
to remember that I am capable
of loving and being loved,
but it is time now for me
to realize that
I don’t need you for that.

If nothing ever changes and nothing ever gets better with time... I'll keep singing.

And it's hard to find your way back home when you're all alone 

I know how you feel 

It's the same sad song that just plays too long 

Do you fear like I fear 

I'm just trying to find who my friends are

If it takes losing all of them just to find the real one 

Well no way shape or form will I tolerate the back and forth

Between the faith that's lost in me and the angry faces I see.









"We're moving backwards, not forwards 

And the time we've wasted is killing us 

And it's time that we all grow up 

And it's time that we lost our way home 

And it's time that we found a new one 

But nobody else knows..."

I remember you and I start to smile, even though now you don't want to know me.

Too young to hold on and too old to break free and run.

I'm broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it.

Dear ...,

If you’re reading this it means I actually worked up the courage to mail it, so good for me. You don’t know me very well, but if you get me started I have a tendency to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me. But this, this is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to write. There’s no easy way to say this so I’ll just say it, I met someone. It was an accident, I wasn’t looking for it, I wasn’t on the make—it was a perfect storm. She said one thing, I said another. Next thing I knew, I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation. Now there’s this feeling in my gut: She might be the one.

She’s completely nuts, in a way that makes me smile—highly neurotic, a great deal of maintenance required. She is you. That’s the good news. The bad is that I don’t know how to be with you right now, and that scares the shit out of me. Because if I am not with you right now, I have this feeling we will get lost out there. It’s a big, bad world full of twists and turns, and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment—the moment that could’ve changed everything. I don’t know what’s going on with us, and I can’t tell you why you should waste a leap of faith on the likes of me. But damn you smell good, like home. And you make excellent coffee; that’s got to count for something, right?

Call me.

Unfaithfully Yours,
Peter Lara.

Give me up again.

Esto es feeling, pelos de punta.

Peter Lara.

When I was a kid, I wanted to play guitar and sing songs, and have people receive them into their lives... I thank my life for letting me do that. And to my family, and my friends, I'll never forget that you all helped me along the way and continue to do so... and thank you to whoever is reading this right now, without you listening I wouldn't be here, and I'll never forget that. Most importantly, to the thing that's been there the longest: music. Thank you for always being there...

Mañana San Valentín. Que bien...

All I want is a moment or something I can hold close for eternity.

I need to some how stop this but your beauty intrigues me.

This is not healthy.

Hola.

Still I keep writing your name in every city I see just to feel that you’re a part of everything you swore that I could be.

"My dreams are the single unpredictable factor in my zoned days and nights. Nobody allots them, or censors them. Dreams are all I have ever truly owned.”

Change.

Who will love you? Who will fight? Who will fall far behind?

Not me anymore.