My heart still longs, still yearns for you And you are still the King My joy, my exhilarating joy And still, Finding you; Finding heaven. I still feel my heart almost blowing out of my chest At the thought of you Still scanning the crowds for the sight of you You still the LionKing With … Continue reading Lion King
The winter blues came Coldly gripped my soul And the winds of despair Billowed me back and forth But hope; That springs eternal in mine chest Still arose And it flowered with expectation Bringing tears of joy in my eyes But it was not to be And that deep wound, was nicked again Summer brought … Continue reading Seasons.
I remember how it felt to have my heart crushed. That’s how I was going to begin it – this article. I wanted some deep stuff because I have been away for long. And so for some time, I sat and stared at my computer, and listened to music. Then I decided to just … Continue reading A Story.
No one expects you to be perfect; you only have to be faithful. Note to self. You just need to be faithful and true to who you are, to be faithful and hold true according to the passion in your soul. This does not mean that you won’t make some wrong calls, some mistakes, you … Continue reading Faithful, Not Perfect
I remember I wanted to learn how to roller skate And I wanted you to teach me If only I could go back to being 20 A happy go lucky girl If I could rewind time And not be so much of an adult. I still want to roller skate And ice skate also, … Continue reading Dreams Of A Bygone Era
I want to sing, high Soprano Steal your heart Like you did mine, pretty boy Oh I’m so enamored Never felt like this before I’m drugged, in high heavens Chemical attraction…. High voltage wires, oh too strong The current Lord, Lord please hear me Save me please I can’t help myself I can’t … Continue reading Stretches And Snatches
The past. Does it make us who we are? Or is it the foundation? Does it form the basis of what or who a person is? I don’t know yet. Can we change who we are? Some people say that the past does not define you. There is truth to this, but not entirely. It … Continue reading Beneath My Beautiful : Kissing My Scars