Monday, February 23, 2009

Do you hear me?...

There I see you standing,
Ever so clearly as if you were light,
But then again, you are…
Every second is filled with the thoughts of you…
Why is it so I cannot really fathom…
Is this what it feels like to have your heart stolen…?
I spend my nights in dreams,
In which I can feel your heart in sync with mine,
And it is here that we danced under the moonlit sky,
The stars twinkling, a witness to our union…
I wait for you,
A stolen glance is all that I need,
For it’s all that I can ever seem to have…
I wish sometimes that I had not walked into this dream…
You...the only one who can make me feel all,
I fall apart and with you I can fly again…
You make me this way…
And I fall head over heals again and again,
With each sight and touch of your breath,
Because I am weak that way,
Weak drowning with the thoughts of you…
My every breath speaks of you,
In words that only the universe can understand,
Though I want with every inch of me for you to hear it…
Do you hear me?...

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

I was walking through OneWorld Hotel the other day and I noticed their tiny floral arrangement that adorns their little tables in the lobby. Everyday(well every other day that is), was a new arrangement of sorts and the day's was exquisite...it was a rose-red, in full bloom...it was just it's head, simply placed in a small glass bowl(a little larger than cognac glass) filled adequately with pebbles and water...beautiful in its simplicity...
I told a friend of mine later on about the flower and said that I felt like stealing it for myself :P She then asked me if it was worth it to commit a crime for just a flower...to my own surprise, I thought to myself...'For something beautiful that lights my heart, I think I would...'

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

It's always hardest to please the ones you love...somehow it feels like you're just one big huge dissappointment...but then again, maybe I am...who's to say that the things we do, the things we think to be thoughtful, are the right things...

Sometimes I wish I had a list of the right words to say....everytime I try, it seems to push you away further...and the hurt that comes with it...well, I have lived with hurt my whole life...I guess I can never run away from them...