Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Your Name Could Be Spoken In Many Different Languages

Our eyes meets and emotions runs through these veins. How can it be concocted with such emotions of different categories?

You made me feel like a little boy falling in love again. Every time a little boy is in love with something, he wouldn't change his mindset for anything else. Whatever caught his eyes, is probably what he wants to catch.

Ambitions are high, trying to catch a divine being like you.

Wasted, was not what i felt after being with you. You had me at Hello. Your colourful buttons i did not forget, your rage towards me was astonishingly adorable. I didn't know buttons could help me start a conversation with you.

Fool, was what i was.Listening to my ever demanding acquaintance was a mistake. And that mistake was made for you. How did my commitment get into my head and left me haywire trying to figure the only possible, simplest route out of this disaster? I could have made you a happiest girl till today, period.

Chance, is what was hard to comprehend for me between us. Questioning myself day in and out. Why did i let you go oh why? When you came clean to me is when the day that barrier broke.The barrier that i have constructed in me has been broken by those aciculate words you spat out.It was more of a punch than a slap on the face.

To end this post, i quote from a brilliant friend of mine.

" You Don't Love a Girl Because She Is Beautiful, She is Beautiful Because You Love Her.."

Till then mates!


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