#coax
For me...
Life is an eternal attempt.
Life is the name of putting efforts,
Efforts to pull the strings together.
Life is the name of a happy being,
Being content with what we have.
Life is the name of dissatisfaction,
Satisfied I'll face a lack of fervour.
Life is the name of a social liability,
Spend time & learn how to behave.
Life is the name of finding corners,
Corners of happiness in the world.
Life is the name of achieving love,
A lover other than parents I mean.
Life is the name of the procreation,
Practice until you finally procreate.
The one love is not ready to accept,
Neither me nor my love for herself.
Still I dream of going to her house,
There I'll attempt to persuade her.
Though she will probably insult me,
But for love this is an eternal attempt.
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 10:41 AM UTC
how much can he take from me...
can he steal my heart?
can he rip apart every muscle in my brain?
drive me corrupt and insane?
bend my trust like a worn out key where a lock can't be unlocked like his heart which is unused, unseen?
in between lies a thin line of fantasy, and among it floods reality.
sometimes, it's almost bearable to keep going, a lot of times actually it's the thought of knowing that I can perhaps pass by my dreams once or twice a showing.
although times have changed quite rapidly, and there isn't a thing I can do, I know, I just would like the opportunity of another life time to shown you.
I can't foretell the future, but I can hope for the best as I lead you back to her, the girl you first fell for beneath the humid air and baby powder engraved earrings.
Olive skin, not a sin on our minds together, just pure laughter and mixed signals coaxed with smiles that eventually ended up thrown into the sorrowful bin of 'whatever'.
I can change, I am willing to for the love we once held, but if that means changing every ounce of my into a twisted image of fake mange, then you can take you love and go get rid of the swelled heart you claim to have.
(j.a.r.)
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
I think we get attatched
and we need something to coax us off of love
We go from heartbreak to happiness
Only because without it, our hearts would give up
Our minds wouldn't think straight
Our mouths couldn't utter words
We are not living unless we are constantly fearing the loss of another.
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 12:26 PM UTC
*i have this ticklish feeling
in the pit of my stomach,
where i coax myself that
you're here to provoke
and shock me with
**your power,
your delight,
your charm,
your gaze.***
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 4:27 PM UTC