You told me I think too much
dream too much or even talk too much
and I say… but honey
I dream about you all night and all day
like a high school kid in-love for the first time
I want you every which way
every form and every day
explore every inch of you
inhale your scent exhale your steam
you say I am hopeless romantic
when I am in-love with you
head over heels
He tugged and pulled every fiber of my heart
How can this an apologetic, un assuming, handsome man
Be so oblivious of how I feel about him.
Sauntering in front of him maybe 3 times a dayWearing my sweetest smile in my rouge colored lispstick and he never even complimented me, not even on my sweet little black and white polka dot dress I had on the other day.
I need to up my game, yes, yes I need to up my game.
Hidden messages in the lyrics of the song
written for him by her, floats on the
surface filling up all the crevices of her
composition. The sad part is, he is not aware of
all those love languages written just for him.
He is from all the passion and desire she wrote.
She poured every secrets, every sunrise and sunsets
that has been her guide to write the beauty
in this lovely musical note of her love for him.
These things between us
consumes me…
floors me in ways
beyond your imagination
the sunflower in me adores the sun God in you
You, always strong always confident and liable
Me, the delicate the ever shy flower in the
meadows… receptive of the strength you emit
these things between us a perfect combination
a perfect union, fate has ever created.
There is clarity in the unknown
and the peacefulness it brings
there is a profound serenity
in not knowing …
Haven’t known you for very long
but I am surely attracted to you
like a moth to a flame
I feel like I am a piece of iron
and you are a magnet…
I know…
I know…
I am pathetic…Right?
Wrote to you my notes of love
where your moon meet my stars
landscaped in the sky
you feed my hunger and dried my tears
once upon a lonely life
you calm my storm and
conquer my fears
and why I loved you so
Every little things I used to own now strewn all over the place, glass bowls broke into small pieces. Just like my heart – broken into many little pieces I don’t even know where to start rebuilding or how to start rebuilding.
Unnerving to see what had happened to you and I – we are now what was. The aftermath of a torrid love affair that consumed as both. I still catch myself looking at your side of the bed, I still almost always set a place for you on the dinner table. I still stop myself from breaking down and I know I will have to be patient with myself.
I really need to move-on but I do not know how. For now I will remain patient and will remain kind to myself.
Just sharing how it feels to be heartbroken. The aftermath of used to be a very exciting love affair.
Heard your whisper upon the tender winter’s breast
felt your touch upon the dying wind as I kissed your cheeks
and hold your hands. Only the raging sea could stop my eternal
devotion to you. Go to sleep my love rest peacefully knowing
you have my heart in your hands.
Kiss me passionately
while your hands roam freely
along the silhouette of my heated body
touch me gently
coax the fluidity out of my system
as you feel the velvety core within my folds
respond to you
Over a cup of coffee 