Just show me that you want me as badly as I want you. I promise I will wait. Wait for the day when I'll finally hold you in my arms and feel the warmth of your skin against mine, kiss and cuddle you for real like the way I imagine it, beyond all the words and emoticons, earphones and text messages.
Just show me, tell me, make me believe. Please?
In a brutal world of people who don't know what they want, cynicism is my defense. Show me a man who means what he say, and I'll show you the fool who believed.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Leave. Stay.
Wake up Max, she'll never leave her. And accept the fact that maybe you're just not cut out to be Ross.
So you better decide if you wanna be the fool who waits infinitely. Or sober up and move on.
So you better decide if you wanna be the fool who waits infinitely. Or sober up and move on.
I want. But I can't
I can't make you feel what you are not ready to feel.
I can't make change the way you think if you're not ready for change.
I can't help you decide on things that you are not willing to let go.
All I can do is give you all my apples and wait, and hope that one day you will finally accept them, and is ready to give too. Sure, it hurts, but for now I can only give you what you want and ask for nothing in return, until you are ready.
I can't make change the way you think if you're not ready for change.
I can't help you decide on things that you are not willing to let go.
All I can do is give you all my apples and wait, and hope that one day you will finally accept them, and is ready to give too. Sure, it hurts, but for now I can only give you what you want and ask for nothing in return, until you are ready.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
Taken
Just when I thought it's not possible to miss her more, I am now.
Echoes of her laughter. Images of her smile. I wonder if she has any idea how I'm totally taken by her playfulness, and those fleeting moments when our eyes met. Warm, fuzzy, bittersweet surrender - I'm free falling.
Echoes of her laughter. Images of her smile. I wonder if she has any idea how I'm totally taken by her playfulness, and those fleeting moments when our eyes met. Warm, fuzzy, bittersweet surrender - I'm free falling.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
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