In recent shocking memory in my mind
has left a mark in indenial that my love is home
Been spending these 3 days since Sunday with her
and each moment seems newer than before
not because we've been apart for a bit
but, it was a decision we chose to take and live
How often do we often sit and think about our lives, goals and future?
The indefinite paths that we choose and come across,
how people change our mindsets and maturity
how we simply grow up, in other words.
Before I crawl into bed, I stopped and thought
of what I have seen, read and felt.
For you, I think u're lying individual in many ways
selfish, immatured and self indulgence.
Forgiveness lies within yourself, but guilt never runs away.
But with such a character like yours, what goes around comes around
It had never left, you just don't see it.
For you, it's not jealousy or envy, immaturity or naive
It's just such a failure that your pretence character brings
immaturity sets on another, a perfect thought was set before the history ended
We were stupid to see what faces you have.
For another, finding comfort and trying to be all that 'sweet' never get you far
grow up and next time you find some comfort in another, pick on your conscience first.
For one far away, it's been a while. I wonder your existence is still around.
I often found on your written around, but how have you been?
I send my comfort and friendship across the seas, and I pray you are much stronger
in your mind, heart and decisions. I'm here, just here.
For love, kisses never fail to melt a heart, words never fail to indulge in helpless mind.
through thick and thin, we know how conscience pricks the ones that sink, the ones' characters we would never endure. For love and many days we fulfill, it's a neverending story.
For gurlie, I'm happy you're happy cause you're happy that I"m happy.
And we're happy cause we know we're happy and cause we know we're happy
we'll always be on the happy side where we'll always be happy.
For a passerby, my amazement how you read through this,
how my thoughts seem to even enter your mind to understand
or do you find understanding a big problem?
I didn't understand a single line I wrote, the fingers just went on typing.
my mind and conscience have left a note
I'm getting away from all these thoughts
I'm bitchy today and I deserve it.
*I'm waiting for a velvet night at Zouk on Friday,
at least I know I'm surrounded by maturity and peace*
Move bitch, get out the way