Infatuation might be the right word, but i can't help myself too... She is changing and its beautiful... but i can't just continue... the attachments seems to be specific with time... the attachment seems to be just true... is there something as love in it... does love exists at all? i need to know it through! i wish to dive deeper, but she just enjoys floating through... I am happy to be alone! But with her i want LOVE to be... COMPLETE and TRUE! She just want's my company may be... May be she loves someone else too!
Can anyone explain what love is? I am pretty confused with it!
She's a pure soul, made to love whom ever her heart's want. Who are you to judge?. Who are you to decide if she can love or not?. She belongs all to hearself. Her decisions also belong to her. So, don't bother yourself, by saying conservative things So she can stop loving whomever her heart's want. Remember, She's a pure soul, made to love. She will feed her soul with your useless talks and ignite her heart with your conservative thoughts. She will roam in the whole wild world and learn the tricks of loving herself more and more. So don't judge her. Don't decide for her. Cause she's the boss of her own life. She can judge herself. She can decide for her pure soul whether to love or not.
There's a place at the Center That every man knows At the end of a Valley Where no one else goes Where the Rage of the Battle Meets the Eye of the Storm Where the sole thing that matters is Substance, not Form. It's a place where the Mind and the Heart meld as one Where Deep Thoughts and Deep Feelings Wage a battle hard won O'er Frustration and Anger and Things left undone And the Failures of Self From which no man can run And in order to reach there And to pick up the Fight And to Win, not for Winning, but for that which is right One must follow a Path Which is Narrow and Straight, And not Waiver, nor Falter, nor Tarry, nor Wait And ignoring Confusion and man's misguided Pride Take the only course open, and that is: DECIDE.
Sleeping awake I think its time to take Another journey In one place but it seems like another Its hidden from the majority Forced out by authority's Is it your choice or is it theirs? Have a taste if you dare Once youre there you may realise Not all that you believe in is fact but more fiction Whatever you choose is your decision
GO FOR JEUNE! - darts for charcoal. Jeune boy is compassionate, secure, loving. What more could a girl want? Charcoal. Charcoal boy is mad. Boy, is he unhealthy, inconsiderate, hurtful, hateful. Full of everything but love for me Choose wisely. Self-flagellation anyone? Because I can suffocate and choke myself on charcoal, I push jeune away in a bout of responsibility.
Choosing between a boy that is bad for me and a boy that is nice for once.
There was a knock on my door. It opened to the face of the guileless timid guy in the next room. He said, ‘I ordered some good food and now my boring every day food is here. If you want you can have the good food.’ ‘Okay,’ I said and went back to my bed Thinking How can someone make that decision? Give up the good food because he forgot to cancel the boring food? It baffled me So much that I wrote it in a poem Giving it more thematical meaning than it deserves. But, seriously, why would anyone do that? It shuddered me to think how un-alike people are to me.