If only you could be mine..., You would. I wouldn't have to beg.
Why, oh whyIs itSo damn difficultFor just 'some of us'To find love?Almost everyone we know,Almost everyone who isn'tEven half a good person as us,Almost before they know itHave found love?Is there somethingIntrinsically wrong with us?Are we asking too muchIf we won't settle with lessThan the love and respect we give?Are we fools to believeIn genuinenessIn [...]
If it is meant to be,It will be.No point planning it.No point forcing it.It will be when it will be.So do we completely step back?Do we not try at all?Do we not grab every opportunity?Do we accept ourselves as puppets of fate?Do we not fight for love?The truth is no one knows for sureThe foolproof [...]
I'm gratefulFor every heartbreak I suffered,For every text that went ignored,For every call that went unpicked.Because had that not been,It would never have brought me to you.I'm gratefulFor every stroke of bad luck,For every rainy day suffered,For every obstacle encountered.Because had that not been,It would never have brought me to you.I'm gratefulFor every opportunity missed,For [...]
Cristian Mihai, a fellow blogger on WordPress once wrote something in one of his comments' section that made me both laugh out loud as well as think hard. It's difficult to find love. But if you do, you gotta fight for it. Fight for it like you are the third monkey on Noah's ark. And [...]
They had not seen each other for so long. Finally they did, surprisingly twinning. In the colour of their t-shirts and supposedly their hearts.
"It's my birthday!Finally, my day!!So tell me, sweetheart.What have you got for me?"Dancing, sang She."Of course, I remember.It's the day in September.So here, darling.Flowers I have got for thou,"He offered with a bow."At first look, they may seemNothing like in your dreamThat you might have imagined.Just flowers in a ribbonGiven to you by your gibbon."But [...]
It's Mother's Day.So we speak of mothers.When do we speakOf they who are not mothers?When do we speak of youIf you are not a mother?What if you are someoneWho is a single father?Someone who has toLearn, unlearn and relearn everythingThat comes naturally to women?Because you are not a mother.What if you are someoneWho is gay [...]
He wrote, "Maybe, we won't meet again. Maybe, in another life, we won't waste time Before telling each other -- I love you."
"I knew that you would understand. Only you," said he. "Always," said she, gently massaging his back. Their son sat wondering when his father would stop imagining his dead mother.