This is my beloved Gina.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Monday, December 21, 2009
Killer
I'd be lying if i said i wasnt going to miss you. I want you, want your smell & your skin & your eyes.
It's easy to let go. I'm gona run, run far from you & into the woods.
It's easy to let go. I'm gona run, run far from you & into the woods.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Bottom bunk
Sometimes, and only sometimes, your life boils down to the little things that probably dont & shouldnt matter because it's level of relevance starts to deteriorate in your mind as time passes & slows down to sad faces & bottom bunk opinons. & here it is ; does he really love me the way i think or want ? is mum faking that smile ? is she talking to me for amusement or coz she cares ? is that really butter ? is she good to him ? is it real ? is he real ? what do i want ? these questions seem simple enough but how hard are they to answer right ?! It really gets me thinking sometimes that maybe, just maybe im doing it all wrong & i dont really need to be thinking .. but who doesnt wanna think ? Overthinking is an art that takes incredible effort & the most care. Why do we do it ? Yeah i dont know either. I guess we feel better knowing everything coz nothing feels so .. empty. The constant guessing & the mirror image of yourself in your mind looking dumbfounded with tears running down your face, hurt like you shouldnt have been & didnt deserve to have been. Dramatic ? Maybe. But i call it my self defence mechanism, i switch it on so i am in the position to get the least hurt or atleast not to think about it.
Try it, im sure it wont bite you in the ass & hurt you. Or maybe it will :]
Try it, im sure it wont bite you in the ass & hurt you. Or maybe it will :]
Friday, December 18, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Letter for loverboy
Hello lovely,
Will you wake for me ? I've come to touch you. To feel your dreams & endless belief. The light's hitting the road now, the steam is rising. Help me see through the eyes of a lover, of a one man army for passion.
Yours truly,
The lady with burning eyes.
Will you wake for me ? I've come to touch you. To feel your dreams & endless belief. The light's hitting the road now, the steam is rising. Help me see through the eyes of a lover, of a one man army for passion.
Yours truly,
The lady with burning eyes.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Mirrors at the bedhead
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