Life is Irrecoverably Wasted ...

It’s when I’m sitting in a room all alone yet so close to you that I scream I love you. I am never full of words when I want to tell you how much I love you and how much I miss you that I want to just drag you out of my dream and make you a reality, and that I’m still in love with you. It’s when I’m in bed tucking myself to sleep that you instantly pop into my head and I grab my phone to dial to you but I hang up because I don’t want to give my self away to the thought that you might not pick up and and if you do you might be thinking "Who the hell are am I and why the heck am I calling you so late?" scares the shit out of me!. I would trade a thousand tomorrows for just one yesterday. Then I could just call you to tell you goodnight and smooch you. It’s when I cry myself to sleep at night and it hits me how much I would give to hold you at that very moment. It’s when I think about you that I realize no one else in the world is meant for me. And yes I wish you wo...

She came into my life and I was gliding through sky, She did some cute things and made those butterflies fly. I always cared for her and wanted her to be beside me, Always loved her and used to think what she feels for me. I always wanted to tell her how much I cared and love her, But just stopped before making the final stir.. But soon I realized that it’s me, who loves her and not her, She always took me as a friend; it was I who was in fuzz.. Now she is now gone; happy and content, But who am I kidding; it was I who went to that extent.. But soon I realized this is so close to the life, When will I tell her I always wanted her to be my life..? I love her with my whole heart feeling every single pain she had, But when will I go and tell her about the feeling that I have..? With this question intriguing me in my life, Now I learn to get over this mental strife.. It made me realize that one has to just go and tell, How you feel, you have to go and break the spell . . . But wil...

I am only me, that is all that I can be No more, no less, don’t second guess I love, I laugh, I live and cry, I’ve wished at times, that I could die Some days I’m funny, others I’m not, sometimes I’m in overdrive and can’t stop I am a loyal and honest friend, You know that I’ll be there until the end I am a romantic, sensual, and passionate too, to the love of my life, I’ll share this with you I can be sweet and shy or sassy and bold, I’m quite a handful, or so I’ve been told I am not perfect, I do have my faults, like when I get scared I put up high walls Or I’m not as forgiving, as I’d sometimes like to be, because when I hurt, I hurt deeply My logic is all my own, at times misunderstood, because I don’t always do things for my own good I have many facets, like a diamond you see… I am only me.

This ongoing endless need for the little things in life … ahhh my love I open my heart and all the little things you shall find…. As I sit back and try to comprehend the life of another soul, of another woman, of another heart in need of endless love … I can’t quite take it all in … but within what I do see, its only the simple little things this woman has grown so accustom to feeling the need or desire for … was it me, the fairy who was sent to fill those needs … even though we sleep the days in between … I will be there to kiss you when your waking, to kiss you as you come and cradle you as you lie sleeping and dreaming of the day we find our secret garden … and yet the fairy also sees much pain … so much unleashed love to be given … ahhhh if only my head could rest against you dear … if only I could smell the scent of your skin … the taste of your nectar and the essence of your soul … these things we dream of how wonderful they can be … But always remember this my love … I am a...

I seriously think this is another issues pertaining to the back then reason of raping for not covering up well. Well, I don’t think anyone should be advising a person on how they prefer living their sexuality preferences. An effeminate man is not necessarily gay. In today’s overwhelming fashion and overgrown socially inclined period, for as long as anyone does not offend a person's sensitivity culture or caused inconvenience to others. It should be fine. Humans are not all born straight and forcing them might turn out disastrous. God created the way we are and as much as we wanted to behave in a 'good' manner, we wouldn’t want to force ourselves into something that would harm others. There are lots of discreet people out there being straight but deep inside, they are not. Take note of that dear Mr. Authorities. If God is all powerful and created everything, then why would God have created something that He forbade? That's the thing I can never figure out about God. Th...

Very often I find myself speechless and totally unconscious of what I have to say or word it like when it comes to you. Everything I know and have practiced in my head starts to fall out of place and nothing makes sense when I deliver it in words, because with you I have too much to feel than to think and I can never explain that emotion. Sometimes this combination of feelings, letters, words, expressions, emotions gets stuck in my neurons and voice and churn on the inside of my stomach, aching to be spoken, aching to be appreciated and aching to be reciprocated, but speechlessness and so much love for you in me makes me fear what if and it never does make sense after that. I have loved you and I will one day work up the strength to tell you everything blankly without the echo in my heart distracting me and leaving me insanely dumb!

I stumble upon her Dragon blog today.. Reading through it I felt a little jealous and cried a little too. Why jealous? I don't know.. Why cry? I don't have the answer to that either. I will keep reading her blog, every post. Silently. Secretly. Someday, I hope she would take a second look at me. Maybe, someday I can make her happy too. Maybe, someday she will always have a piece of me too. but, until that fine day.. I'll always be around.. Waiting patiently.. Maybe Someday Somewhere The Dragon, The Butterfly will meet half way through life.