I guess it's time to stand up,
Go with a flow...
Mutilate, distress, helpless;
Only there is no support this time around.
Unable to see the future,
And too frightened to look into my past,
I live in the present.
Because it's my time, not yours.
I have Experience some pain can't be released through tears,
It never really goes away; you just elevate
& get used to it by growing stronger.
Time heals all wounds and it's time to move forward.
Everything happens for a reason and we are here, no more crying,
And I will do this.
No more Regrets and excuses.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
No More Excuses..
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Saturday, October 10, 2009
Flowing Against Time ...: International Blogger.....Ahm Ahm!!!
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Friday, September 25, 2009
A Phase of My Salad Days...
HEARING YOUR VOICE OVER THE PHONE
FILLS MY HEART WITH PURE BLISS
I WISH U WERE HERE NEXT TO ME
JUST FOR A SINGLE KISS
I HUNGER EVERYDAY AND NIGHT FOR YOUR TOUCH
BUT TO SEE YOUR SMILE ONCE WOULD MEAN SO VERY MUCH
FOR NOW U ARE THE SUN THAT SHINES AFTER THE RAIN
AND IF WE GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER WELL I M SURE YOU'LL BE THE SAME
I LONG TO BE THE ONLY ONE TO HOLD U AND ALWAYS BE BY YOUR SIDE
SO IF U WERE TO CHOOSE ME BY YOUR RULES I'D ABIDE
WHAT TO EXPECT WHEN WE MEET
I HAVE NOT GOT A CLUE
BUT ALL I KNOW IS, I'LL DO ANYTHING
JUST TO BE CLOSE TO U...
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A trip to lala land...
Each tear that I shed for u
Behind every word u whispered to me
Behind my care for u
There are many expressions that I can't explain
There is some thoughts that can not be describe
It's more than just a word call love
Its like a love story where
I'm Cinderella waiting for my Prince-charming to come
It's an imagination that I wish that it come true
U took me to the fairy land when u kissed me
And I was sure that I was awake
I didn't want to wake up from my dream
I overlook that in real life there is no cheerful ending
I'm always blissful when u close to me
I feel so cozy in your arms
But I m scared to recite this to you
Because I don’t want to loose u.
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Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Change Always Comes Bearing Gifts
I hate how you blame me for Everything
All those Scoldings & harsh words
But i know I deserve it
I know you Feel like I don’t listen
because sometimes I don’t
I was horrible
Stubborn
Juvenile
Or Whatever you want to call me
& I know all those things were true
because you were more experienced than me.
I use to act like a bit stupid.
You were always their for me whenever
I use to make mistake to correct them.
I know I don’t always listen to you
but I’m starting to
I am delighted that you've held on this long
I've found where I was going wrong
I m changing who I used to be
You r Changing me,
& Its for the best for me.
It’s all creating a spark in my life.
I am loving it.
So, Thank you for everything
You Truly My Closest Buddy, &
I wish We could Be Friends Forever.
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Thursday, July 30, 2009
Go With A Flow...
To let go doesn't mean to stop Caring,
It means care unconditionally without any expectations.
To let go is not to care for, but to care about.
To let go is not to feel awful about myself..
It's the realization that I can't control another...
I can only renovate myself.
To let go is not to permit,
but to allow learning from innate consequences.
To let go is not to fix, but to be encouraging.
To let go is not to judge,
but to endure another to be a human being.
To let go is not to deny, but to accept.
To let go is not to irritate, scold, or argue,
but to explore out my own weakness and correct them.
To let go is not to adjust everything to my wishes,
but to take each day as it comes and relish the moments.
To let go is not to lament the past,
but to grow and live for the future.
To let go LOVE more and HATE none.
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Wednesday, July 22, 2009
How Many Times...
How many times do I need to score to make you happy?
How many times do I make myself cry so you will notice me?
How many times do I change my clothes to look pretty for you?
How many times should I cry myself to sleep because I can’t get you off my mind?
Why don’t you hear me, see me, love me the way you did?
How many times will you hurt me before I realize my fear
has overcome my love for you?
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