Living loved, loving lively
I think I am in love.
and this is really interesting, b.c. being in love can be a door opening for a whole new story to be written about life.
I have asked my self so many question in the past week about how to manage, with my alternative loving style. I just sent a txt message and my rejection expectation has already taken grip.
How is it to look THAT in the face.
So, it takes two to tango,
though dancing hesitantly
bodies pressed against the wall
and eyes meeting
in the center of the dancefloor
I am not a mind reader
eventhough i can read catds
All I can do
is shout across the room
and try not to apolidgize
for my loudness.
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so now i am waiting, I always put these time lines on me, even though I wait the whole morning, the whole day the whole evening to make contact. The days strech on and on and on, and then i feel like I am alone, sitting in the darkness gropeing for something I used to know.
Is that love?
Or is it the missing that matters, the heart jumping, heart pumping, can't sleep at night vauge sensation of wanting.
Can we make a few promises to each other?
carve our names into a tree,
and forget about how my socks smell?
I retreat so fast. so fast that I knock everything down behind me. Thats why I am always coming back to pick things up.
On my hands and knees.
are we in love?
The funniest thing is that I have done basically everything else that I really want to do. Like, i want to get a place, but i really want to have a bf or something first. I imagine my life shared, like good cake. So this is like "The last frontier"
wish me luck!
and this is really interesting, b.c. being in love can be a door opening for a whole new story to be written about life.
I have asked my self so many question in the past week about how to manage, with my alternative loving style. I just sent a txt message and my rejection expectation has already taken grip.
How is it to look THAT in the face.
So, it takes two to tango,
though dancing hesitantly
bodies pressed against the wall
and eyes meeting
in the center of the dancefloor
I am not a mind reader
eventhough i can read catds
All I can do
is shout across the room
and try not to apolidgize
for my loudness.
----
so now i am waiting, I always put these time lines on me, even though I wait the whole morning, the whole day the whole evening to make contact. The days strech on and on and on, and then i feel like I am alone, sitting in the darkness gropeing for something I used to know.
Is that love?
Or is it the missing that matters, the heart jumping, heart pumping, can't sleep at night vauge sensation of wanting.
Can we make a few promises to each other?
carve our names into a tree,
and forget about how my socks smell?
I retreat so fast. so fast that I knock everything down behind me. Thats why I am always coming back to pick things up.
On my hands and knees.
are we in love?
The funniest thing is that I have done basically everything else that I really want to do. Like, i want to get a place, but i really want to have a bf or something first. I imagine my life shared, like good cake. So this is like "The last frontier"
wish me luck!