i have not been writing much for the past days. my time is mostly eaten by anger and pain and some things that you would not wish to share with other people because everyone has enough drama's in their lives. I am trying my best to just get on with my day considering that i am so pissed and i guess the only thing that is available for me to ease these emotions is by writing.

I was just going about my day, gave out a smile or two.
Talk once in a while and casually looks at you..
The air was cold, the sky was pretty clear
You were giving me thoughts as you come near..

You are wonderful, you were a walking beauty
Perfection is spoken by all parts of that body
I was liking what I see
Would it be not nice if only you would kiss me?

Then you looked at me like you never did before
Could it be that you felt the same way or maybe even more..
The sky witnessed how your lips whispered to mine
No poem could be written for no words could rhyme.

The genie...
Rub the lamp the right way
He will pop out and with you he'll stay.
three wishes he will give to you
from love to happiness to being true

In the lamp where he lives you shall see
the magic he gives is beyond eternity.
He is the genie who grants wishes of three
ask me more and surely you will be filled with jealousy.

He knows what your heart desires
even before you speak.
Knows your deepest dreams
even before you can blink
Grants them slowly one by one
but remember to the lamp he belongs when your wishes are done.

Some would make a mistake

Every human being has a flaw that they would have to deal with in each and every way. Realizing what it is could be an entirely different story. We as humans have a tendency of not wanting to know what we did wrong, because we are too stubborn to realize that we are capable of doing something wrong. We hate it when people rub issues to make their point. We don't and will never acknowledge that there is any truth in what we hear and what others say about us.

How do you define forever? How do you define love? How would you know if he is the one for you? These were my questions in the past.. Questions that would usually be answered with a smile from people that I talk to. Why do I ask? maybe because I wanted to know if the feeling that I have would be justified by their answers. Maybe because I thought that I would know how it feels if people would tell me that this is how it is supposed to be.

He was full of hope as he looked at the sky
One day... Someday I will be with you
He held her hand and squeezed it tight
Closed his eyes and prayed for it to come true

Thoughts were his, dreams were free
He had the moon witnessed as he looked away
He wanted her, he wanted them,
Tears he didn't want her to see

He had a ring, she didn't know
He held her one last time as tears flow
He can't think straight he wants to go
Kissed her one last time if only she knows.

She said she was choked, she wants to be free
A relationship is not what she needs