The musings of a wandering, very much in love perfectionist. x.DRB.x. Happiness >
I no longer know what I am. Who I am. Who I want to be. No school now, my life. All to play for. Yet even home doesn't feel like home anymore, my heart is elsewhere; so are you.
You greet me with a grin, I'm taken by surprise; 'hey you...' in your sweet gentle prose. We walk together, bodies touching, close as can be, with my hand in yours, so happily.
I write to capture moments forever. Capture you forever, in moments I could never forget, but may not otherwise remember so vividly in all of their colours.
Feeling sleepy, a little confused, and worried I curl up on your sofa. Seconds later you're by my side, a warm and comfortable haven to wash away all of my worry.
It's beautiful how the deepest of memories can be stored, linked, cemented to objects, things, places. Take the childhood, familiar dandelion.
Goodnight, for every little minute won't you sleep tight, and keep our love bold on your heart, as you begin the next days new start..
Keeping up appearances is a funny game we play in life. Setting one facade up for the public view, yet only letting a special one see your soul for what you truly are.
My temples rest against the toned warmth of your chest, the beat of your heart pulsing below, a relaxing metronome, to synchronise my own melody.
They say there's 'the one' for everyone, the perfect fit, perfect compliment to your soul. And life is for finding them. That must make me the luckiest girl in the world to have found him now.
It's times of need you realise who will be there, and who only speaks those reassuring words. The one who will hold your hand, cuddle you, reassure you again and again, make everything so easy...
Making love to the one you love is possibly one of the most beautiful things in life. Watching them grow as your love for them does, sleepy cuddles and deep conversations.
When the one you love says he needs to go home, back to his home country. I understand, of course I do. I was just wishing that once in the future he will think of his home to be me.
For once in my life, I'd love not to have to hide. Hide my imperfections behind layers, conceal what bothers me. Causing emotional damage when I cannot just be.
Before you, I didn't know what love is. Everything in life before you seems now simply an exercise. From the moment I met you, I knew this was something. Something special.
Upsetting when you have to sit and watch the one you love experience life when all you want to do is be there with them, and be a part of it with them. But life dictates you can't..
Ironic how you make an internal issue with something you need to share with ones who care about you, yet when you enlighten them you find that the pain you caused yourself in building this up into a...
Our hearts entwined, yet our bodies lie at two poles of the city. Within each others dreams yet out of arms reach. Your face in my view yet no where to be found in my search.
Close your eyes. Do you see us. I pray you do. I pray you see us, outstretched arms, hands clasped, gracefully pacing, through the fields of life.
What makes us more than fundamental bone and skin. Our memories, our emotions, and our love.
How can it feel like time's slipping away between the two of us, when it's only just begun...?.
So I spend some isolated days. In a poor attempt to analyse this pain. Scratching at me as I run through. Lines you spoke and time I stole. Your sweet smile as you gazed in me.
Where you invest your love, you invest your life....
Why does every little memory bring me back to you,. Time we spent and all the things that you do,. Each line you spoke and the smiles we shared,.
When things aren't adding up in life, it's time to start subtracting....
I could ink your name onto my skin, but it'd seem irrelevant considering you've already got a piece of my heart..
Yes, you can think about what would be. Consider how life would be if the path you chose was the alternative route to your present. Yet what is the point.
Just say you'll watch how you go, be gracious with your light and may the years be kind now. Just say you'll mind how you roll, the things that we have shared will still remain behind now....
It's our relationship. Just the two of us. My hand in yours. My lips on your smile. We're not hiding, we're just keeping this quiet. Not quite a secret but more like an ambiguous poem.
You're far away tonight, haven't seen you in a while. It almost feels like a climb, on this never ending hill. I keep saying wait just one more day, but days slowly drift away.
Is it possible to feel so alone yet so surrounded by people it becomes an ever increasingly difficult task to breathe.
I was smiling yesterday. I'm smiling today and I'll smile tomorrow. Simply because life is too short to cry for anything that's worthless..
Who you are is what you are, and what you are is beautiful....
Keep on a smile just for me, and keep your sweet heart mine, for when we are separated by stars and the sea, I'll be yearning for to speak this line, 'darling, you took your time'..
Our love knows no bounds, so no need for rules. It knows no ends, so no need for goodbyes..
Life's not about waiting for the storm to pass, but learning to dance in the rain....
There's no place I'd rather be than by your side, locked in a tight embrace, listening to the beat of your sweet heart through your ribcage.
Sweet endings are simply fate's way of whispering that better things are to come....
I don't believe in luck, but I do believe in fate. I believe that yes, whatever happens is meant to; for the good of your souls development through life.
I never say goodbye, because that would be admitting the memories of you may possibly begin to fade; slip away from my grasp. No, you may be gone from sight, but never from mind.
Do whatever makes you happy, and the world will shine. With joy, exultation, just like on the day you became mine..
On the surface, life has two conflicting, yet simultaneous sides. Each pretends the other doesn't exist, and both go by unnoticed. 'Popularity is everything', ; 'I don't care what anyone thinks'.
I'd do anything for one more day with you, but I guess for now the memories will just have to do....
What are you wishing for. There's always something in the forefront of your mind that you want more than anything.
Like the peeling paint, the screeching gate, the littered streets, the lying cheats, society is falling, hard with little resistance, a dense rock into a polluted river, thick with shameless uncare.