Is it needy to want you to hold me now?
Is it needy for me to ache for your sweet caress?
Is it needy for me to long for you?
Is it needy to hear you breath as i lie on your chest?
What is needy?
Would you rather i pretend i dont care?
Watch you as you stare at others?
Would you prefer i dont breathe heavily when you are near?
Is it needy to fall asleep to the sound of your voice ?
Or to be at peace with the love we share?
Is it need to miss the man i love?
Is it needy to show you i care?
What is needy?
and what is not?
I miss you OR NOT?
is true love a myth?
a romantic in an unromantic world
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Monday, December 10, 2012
The Rule ...
Life is simple
if it fits , it sticks
no two misfits
are going to lay bricks
Life is simple
Friday, December 7, 2012
Unidentified Flying Object
My tired eyes smile as i write this, This is not a tale or a fairytale. Its reality. The awkwardness of the first meeting, the unsure glances across a crowded room.
i recall the gaze that changed everything. He smiled & i smiled back. A 12minutes walk that seemed like an eternity. Girl meets boy thats all that matters.
The reality of it is he's handsome & not shy; his style is not mine. He speaks his mind too often and makes fun of me more than i can grumble. Yet he's the nicest i have ever seen. He holds me and i am at peace . In his arms i feel the meaning of a true embrace and in his kiss i feel like its Christmas in May.
Is he perfect ? Hell no, yet he makes me feel like there's only one of me in the world & i am for him.
He speaks my language ( mumble jumble) when i critically analyse or over think simple things he asks where is my faith?
I dont know if i will spend all my tomorrows with him but i promise you all that today there's no woman as happy as me to have the privilege of knowing him. He's my twinkle, He make me better & im so grateful to God that i met him in 2012..
Have a blast my dears & i wish you all Love that makes each day better.
i recall the gaze that changed everything. He smiled & i smiled back. A 12minutes walk that seemed like an eternity. Girl meets boy thats all that matters.
The reality of it is he's handsome & not shy; his style is not mine. He speaks his mind too often and makes fun of me more than i can grumble. Yet he's the nicest i have ever seen. He holds me and i am at peace . In his arms i feel the meaning of a true embrace and in his kiss i feel like its Christmas in May.
Is he perfect ? Hell no, yet he makes me feel like there's only one of me in the world & i am for him.
He speaks my language ( mumble jumble) when i critically analyse or over think simple things he asks where is my faith?
I dont know if i will spend all my tomorrows with him but i promise you all that today there's no woman as happy as me to have the privilege of knowing him. He's my twinkle, He make me better & im so grateful to God that i met him in 2012..
Have a blast my dears & i wish you all Love that makes each day better.
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Come Home
Hi dearie,
I have written to you several times yet i receive no reply ( i cant stop writing you because i cant give up on you, you are one of the few things i am certain of ;) ). I want to tell you about my day as it started out like any-other but today i smiled when i got up . i have been sleeping on the left side of the bed because i am making room for you on the right side. Recently, i smell you around me( a familiar friendly masculine scent). I imagine your smile: the way you look at me and i feel perfect( no wonder i have been walking around with a smile).
Are you okay? Are you saving Lives? Are you being kind to the world? Did you help a neighbour with her groceries ? Are you fair and honest everyday? How are you today? have you had your veggies ?
I miss you, write me: email me or call me, just show up!!!! 2012 is almost over and i cant bear to end the year without you. come to me baby : come home.
I have written to you several times yet i receive no reply ( i cant stop writing you because i cant give up on you, you are one of the few things i am certain of ;) ). I want to tell you about my day as it started out like any-other but today i smiled when i got up . i have been sleeping on the left side of the bed because i am making room for you on the right side. Recently, i smell you around me( a familiar friendly masculine scent). I imagine your smile: the way you look at me and i feel perfect( no wonder i have been walking around with a smile).
Are you okay? Are you saving Lives? Are you being kind to the world? Did you help a neighbour with her groceries ? Are you fair and honest everyday? How are you today? have you had your veggies ?
I miss you, write me: email me or call me, just show up!!!! 2012 is almost over and i cant bear to end the year without you. come to me baby : come home.
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
What Lies Underneath..
She sits in the dark and sees the world through another’s
eye, the fiction of another’s mind. The shades and the masquerade, she takes
the world in and she breathes it and wonders what lies underneath.
A story so familiar, the tales as cold as ale. Etched
in her eyes as she sees their lover’s eyes. The stories of their pain, inhuman
passion, impasse touch, exquisite taste, fast paced love making and incoherent
declarations of love, the positives of love and demerits of friendship she
watches as she looks through another’s lenses.
The scuffled pages of books, the words formed from
friendships and all these coexist. She can’t dismiss it. The eminent truth lies
underneath. What she’s felt in the sheets, whens she’s girth her teeth and felt at feet passion, pure intensity and heat exists but it’s fleeting like
a beast in mating season. What lies underneath the kiss, the gaze in her lovers
eyes, the words unspoken in goodbye and the warmth of an embrace, the words
unspoken speak of things felt and describe what lies underneath.
Monday, September 10, 2012
The illusion
I recently saw an
aching heart, my attraction to his pain was instant, the fact that a man could
be scarred that bad was endearing to me. His pain reminded me of mine so long
ago, of a place and time when I could feel without the noises reminding me of
impending doom. His heart was a vision of beauty to behold.
He looked
haunted; he spooked people out of their mind with the way he showed no concern
for regular flirtations. I watched he seemed highborn unlike the rest of us seeking
for a connection we looked lowborn.
The more I gawked
at him, the more I saw his bliss, some how he had made peace with it. He had
let the heart break define him, he had given his heart to the one and if he
couldn’t have her then maybe the whole love thing is fake or he was handicapped
at it.
I could see the
way he looked at me as I sat there holding my drink. He weighed me. He tried to
measure my depth through careful scrutiny and I smiled because he can’t see
my heart or me. All he can see is an attractive girl in a little black dress.
His illusion like
mine is one a storyteller makes when out in a public place and can’t be
burdened with the responsibility of ideal charter. His scrutiny like mine is of
one who seems outgoing yet is somewhat introverted in a crowd. The difference between
the idea of love and being in love.
To love is a risk
as the experience can be accompanied with excruciating pain or immeasurable
pleasure and being without it brings relief though some ring of sorrow often followed
by moments of loneliness.
My question today
is to love or run?
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
LETTING GO...
Hey Miss Sugar Plum,
Do you know I have a Forced habit?
Every morning, I check my phone
when I get up to see if you pinged me good morning, if not I check if you
are online Facebook at sometime in the day. I still wont reach out to
you but I keep waiting for your call. Yet I say I am letting you go, whom am I
fooling? No one, I am doing nothing to keep you.
I am letting you go because I don’t reach out to hug you, or pick
up my phone to call you. I spy on you on the internet but everyone internet stalks
an ex for a little while till someone new comes along. Its healthy till its
not.
I am letting you go because I love you does not change
what is broken and I can’t fix this. I can’t love you
forever because if we fix this then we remain misfits.
I am done trying to hope I can make forever with you because I
love you I know you deserve forever with someone-else who can love
you throughout the bad and good tides like no one else. I
am tired of the fighting and the backbiting I am coming out to say I
am letting you go.
I can’t fix this and I don’t want to. This is too hard love
shouldn’t make me frown. Make me hide my head in a crowd. Love should make
me proud.
I am letting you go... I hope you find the one who wont dim your
shine and wont lie awake and think about escape.
Sincerely,
Mr. Xox.
Dear Mr Xox,
Good for you and
your forced habit, why are you waiting for my calls? You need to not feel
guilty about this right? You are guilty. You jumped in and now you cant stay
through thick and thin.
Its all right
baby, I forgive you. I wish you well and you find the love the one that wont
make you run. (Ha-ha you wish!!!!) Go rot in hell.
Why did it take
you so long to realize this was all wrong and you didn’t want forever with me?
Why are you saying you love me and yet you are leaving me? this is so
confusing.
Anyway, good luck
and good riddance I deserve a man who is brave enough to say to my face what
went wrong, instead of going up and down and misbehaving trying to find a way to escape. You are
a coward and this is untoward.
Goodbye my friend,
Goodbye.
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