Wednesday, December 6
Pride-swollen chest,
an awful belief of embellished self-worth.
Courage-juice fills my veins.
And I imagine signals that were
never exchanged.
A smile,
becomes eternal.
And I imagine you want me.
;Virtuosity entralled, in your existance.
She hit the play button only to expect a melody so sweet, oh so sweet.
Heaven forbid she ends up alone.
'Hold on tight, wait for tomorrow, it'd be all right.' he says to her.
And he dechiphers her every move, wanting to hold her in his arms.
His huge arms that'd fit so perfectly into her embrace.
She felt it as she forgave the urgency.
His scent swarmed into her, killing her softly.
She loved it, she thought to herself.
And at that moment, she made a promise beneath her lashes.
'I won't belong to another, not ever. Not ever.'
But just like how fairytales end, without judgement nor scandal
He lifted her into his arms (oh those arms, she thought).
She smiles, and really; thats all he ever wanted.
But really, a smile is just a smile.
I have to keep telling myself that.
So that I don't overstep my place.
And remain convinced that the whole world shuns this face.
So I stay honest,
and bide my hour.
For I know, rushed love
always ends sour.
Last weekend was lovely.
Great Company.
Great Music.
Great Ambiance.
& I have decided to only get my hair washed by a male. Gees, those lady shampoo ladies need to cut those 10-inch nails of theirs.
You fall away from your past.Hell really is living without you.
din
