Dream Life

The aura of resturant and each lyrics of song make me fall in love with him. He even not have any single glnace over me , but i was keep staring at him. At the time im imagining that he was singing for me and we were all alone in there. I was so lost in moment that i start to feel like that he comes walking towards me and his hands around my waste , but suddenly my dreamy picture shatter as i was pushed my someone, but still i thanks to crowd .                             I cant be angry but to thanks to person whoever pushed me .Because he hold me from side and i just passed smile. Without any further moment I just hold his hand tightly and start leading him to more crowd . He get the idea that i was taking him to dance floor and pull me back and muttered in ears that he can't dance. But i was badly want to dance at that moment , i the one who pull him closure by saying no worry i can. And just by saying this wo...

                                                    Before you date me..... You need to understand that I'm damaged. I get triggered easily. I have struggled with things. There are nights when I'm curled up on a ball on the floor and I won't talk to anyone. I'll shut you out. I'm not going to be able to trust you for a while, because everyone has always left, cheated, or chosen someone else. I will need reassurance. I will need you. I will need you to keep choosing me. I'll need you to care when I text you saying I'm getting bad again. I'm a lot, I know this. So before you think I'm always happy, that I'll always be positive, that I'll always be smiling- know the reality before you get involved. Don't enter my life if you can't handle it. Lastly, don't you dare touch my heart if you aren't ready for that.

                                            She had a language of her own, Her own way to show her love and care, She would meet people as if It has been years to the bond they share. Her eyes can touch the scars You've been hiding for long, She would cares the flaws, As that made one strong. She is a gorgeous mess, Composed of the pieces broken down, Her smile is starlit, And there's beauty even in her frown. Some people started to envy her, And tried to bring her to their size, As it isn't easy to appreciate someone When you're made up of endless lies. They tried to compress her sky, And condense her inner starlight, But they couldn't make her universe shrink, And she shined brighter every night. Soo she realized her own World was enough strong And she has been looking for beauty everywhere, But it lies right where she belongs.

                                               I didn't fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take ever step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we'd choose anyway. And I'd choose you;  in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version      of reality, I'd find you     and I'd choose you.

                                               Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you When I was a young girl I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated. I had bad blood, a twisted mind, a precarious upbringing I was hard as granite, I  leered at the sun. I trusted no woman and especially no man. I was living a hell in amm rooms, I broke things, smashed things, walked through glass, cursed. I challenged evrything, was continually being evicted , jailed , in and  out of fights, in and out of my mind. men were something to screw and rail at , I had no female friends. I changed jobs and cities, I hated holidays, babies, history, newspapers, museums, grandmothers, marriage, movies, spiders, garbagemen, english accents, spain, france, italy, walnuts and the colos orange. algebra angred me, opera sickened me, charlie chaplin was a fake and flowers were fo...

                                               Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plum the hazel shells with a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has O'er-brimm'd their dammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft -lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sond asleep, Drow'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers: And sometimes like a gleaner thou ...

  I've always admired roses But not for their color There's something about them That I haven't yet discovered Yet everyone tells me That I'm looking into deep That it is just a flower  Just a little prize you can keep But yet there is something special About the roses that you see And It's not about the petals It's about the thorns to me It puzzles me how something So beautiful and rare Can cut you so deep And you wouldn't even care

                                           I'm not supposed to want you; I'm not supposed to care, and yet I spend my time dreaming of all that we could share. I'm not supposed to think about you or wonder where you've been, but no matter how I fight it, thoughts of you sneak in. I'm not supposed to ponder where you are each night, but you creep into my vision when the stars shine bright. I'm not supposed to yearn so, always wishing you were here, but I hunger for your kisses, and I long to draw you near. I'm not supposed to imagine where you are and what you do. I know I shouldn't cater to a single thought of you. I'm not supposed to need you. I know these things. I do. And yet I can't help myself, because I fell in love with you.

                                           I love him and he loves me. We spend every moment together. When sleep parts us, we often meet in our dreams. I like to take naps throughout the day. Like a cat, he says. He is a cat person. He thinks my eyes are beautiful and strange. He has never seen eyes like mine up close before. He says they look at him with daggers when he has done something wrong. Like when he forgets to order olives on my half of the pizza. He thinks I am especially cute when angry. We argue over whose turn it is to put the dvd in the player. Sometimes no one wins and we end up watching bad TV. Which is never really a bad thing. He never imagined he would be with someone like me. But now he says , he can't imagine himself with anyone else.

                               Love blurs you vision but after it recedes , you can see more clearly than ever. It's like the tide going out, revealing whatever's  been thrown away and sunk: broken bottles, old gloves, rusting pop cans, nibbles fishbodies, bones. This is the kind of thing  you see if you sit in the darkness with open eyes, not knowing the future.