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...

                                           I want your body pressed up against my heart. I want your hands spreading my thoughts, Lingering over the curves of my passions, gripping my hopes, stroking my opinions, and cupping my desires. I want your soul breathing heavily against my collarbones. I want your thoughts nibbling on my ears, your passions pressed against my lips, your hopes naked on my skin, your opinions hard under my hands and your desires... I want your desires letting out soft little moans against my soul. I want you.

                                            A beauty rare, beyond compare,     Is sun- kissed sea. No scene so calm- no scene so fair     As this to me. When floods of light dispel the night,    The morning's kiss, On waves which sparkle with delight,    Is loveliness. When ends my day, I trust and pray,     My voyage be O'er waters where some golden ray    My kiss the sea.

                                               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...

                                       When her mouth meets mine again , it's as if every last piece of  my armor disintegrates and every last piece of ice surrounding  the glacier that was my heart melts and evaporates. Whoever coined the phrase, I love you to death obviously never experienced the kind of love Taste and I share. If that were the case, the phrase would be I love you to life. Because that's exactly what love did. Loved back to life.

                                                i looked over at you, wondering how i could begin to describe you. but my smile was so consuming that all i could see were the tops of my cheeks. and the fact that you could literally blind me with happiness was a perfect representation of the kind of effect you have on people.

                                               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

                                 If you've listened close to silence, I'm sure that you have heard, The gentle constant ringing, In the space between two words, When you really pay attention, You find it's not just in your head, But instead is whispers of the words, The world has left unsaid, It's " I love you" left unspoken, And a mothers last goodbye, That she never had the chance to say, As she watched her daughter die, It's forgiveness never given, And a "sorry" left too late, That would have saved a best friends life, If they'd known it could not wait, It's a phrase that could have helped them, And it's secrets that could heal, It's words from those too scared to say, The truth of how they feel, But you have an advantage, For you're still alive to speak, Words that could help save a life, Or give strength to someone weak, So many you never leave unspoken, Words the whole world ought to hear, Before...

                                                                                                                      He works.                    She works.                 they split bills.             his hobbies are video games.         her hobbies are reading and Facebook.          he leaves her alone to her hobbies.          she leaves her alone to her hobbies. at night time they watch illegally downloaded movies together                 or stream one on Netfli...

                                       I want routine with you. I want waking up in a morning to the sun shining or the rain pouring with you, I want home  with you. I want late night tv and too much to drink with you. I want slow dancing in our living room. in our house, in our home with you. I want you.

                                      Trust me when I say- when it is right, everything that you love ruthlessly will love you back with the same conviction. Trust me when I say - when it is right, the things you reach in life, the things you deeply hope for, they will reach back, And I promise you, when that happens you will understand that all of the things you ached for that did not work out, all of the hearts that failed to appreciate the home you made for them inside of yourself, they were not there things that broke you, or ruined you, or made you less worthy. No, instead, you will see that they built you. They taught you about yourself. They led you to the person you were born to be, and they guided you to the person you were meant to be with. They shaped you. They challenged you. They grew you.

                                 One day when you wake up, You will find that you've become a forest. You've grown roots and found strength in them that no one thought you had. You have become stronger and more beautiful, full of life giving qualities. You have learned to take all the negativity around you and turn it into oxygen for easy breathing. A host of wild creatures live inside you and you call them stories. A variety of beautiful birds nest inside your mind  and you call them memories. You have become an incredible self sustaining thing of epic proportions. And you should be so proud of yourself, of how far you have come from the seeds of who you used to be.

                            I feel nothing at the same time, I feel everything. Without purpose or plan I wonder , why? Everything I try, goes awry. Unable to fit in I keep to myself, Set a goal, Find a way , not to lose control. Why does it never feel right? This feeling in my gut, It's sinking, sometimes it all feels like, too much. The fog appears, making nothing clear, Thoughts get lost, moving too fast, can't keep track, wandering through, Doors in my head, too many broken, No way to open, I try and express the feelings within, But it isn't accepted, They say they want to help, But they don't want to hear, People fear they will be infected , So, they treat me like I am demented , It is easier for them to reject, What they cannot understand, What it is like, To feel nothing And at the same time, To feel everything.

                                           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.

                                I don't know what it is like to love someone, who the world tells me I am not supposed to love. I can't imagine how hard it must be to love someone I am afraid to kiss on the street . But I do know what it like to love someone who I cannot be with. I know how it feels to have my brain tell me one thing, and my heart another. To live with the knowledge that if circumstances had been different, I would be with the one I love. I do know there are all kinds of barriers to love. I do believe the world needs less of them.