I can wait, I don't have a problem with waiting. Ask me to sit at a bus-stop with nothing but my shoelaces to play with and I won't hate you. I might be slightly worried about you, but that's about it.
But I don't see the point. If I'm not needed, I'll leave, really. I don't want to intrude in your life, because, really, who am I to do that?
Yea, I'll be crushed, but so what. I'll deal. Maybe I won't, but I'll find a way. Don't you worry about me so much. Hey, you know what? Whatever makes you happy, whatever rocks your boat, whatever gets you up. If I can't give you your ya-ya's then, please don't ask me to stay.
Forgive me if I sound bitter, I'm not being bitter, I just want you to know.
Love is not for the weak-hearted but I can hardly call myself strong.
I don't mean any harm by saying all this, but I must say it, must speak now or forever hold my peace. Besides, I've never been able to hide from you. Run, perhaps. But I always come back. I hope you will too.
Where did you go? I miss you so. It seems like forever, since you've been gone.
14 comments:
u r "crushed" many-a-times...
as for love, dont lament if 'he' just didnt turn up...cherish that 'he' was with u even if 'he' wasn't there...not everyone experiences "that"..
~someone~
your "small thing" reminds me of a poem i wrote on the 'love day'...
got back home past midnight,
my lost keys added to the plight
spent the night on the road
smoked and smoked until i choked
today is the love day
they say its the day to play
irony of fate it seems
its the day of my shattered dreams
if you think i forgot
you should know that i lost
and i love you more than anything
but i would still say nothing
what could be the perfect gift?
even as away from you i drift
and nothing more i would say
fate's prerogative i watch everyone else play
~someone~
'someone' is someone whose chances of meeting ur rose are less than your chances of being struck by a lightning...so just relax..
or maybe i was alone..ambling on the world wild web..stumbled upon a garden, ended up bathing in the fragrance of each li'l flower...a reminisce of 'someone'...but just relax..
and trust me...ur 'babes' seriously doesn't give a shit...i would rather watch my profanity here..i dont like messing up at places when my whole life is jus too messed up...but to reassure u coz otherwise this lurking fear will drive u paranoid...'someone' is from a far off place...the city of gardens as they say..so just relax..
and even if i would be reciting those sonnets...and telling folk tales...singing 'in my time of dying' or maybe just blabbering verses from my nth poem...just dont let ur faith dwindle...
rest in peace...
adieu..
why???
i cud've been more polite...but why?? and its none of my business to poke into ur love life...
no..i would just abate..and wont show up my ugly face in thy blossoming garden..
but yes...ur rose has a fragrance which i behold in high reverence...but whatever..i've said enough...and yes, i am not sorry...coz i m really a dick...sorry lady...maybe we would just have a brief chit-chat outside this...see his face...u jealous bloke..ok..enough...time to get out...
keep loving even as hell freezes over!!!
"Will never stop loving u even when i'm gone"...how can u say that to verses like those????
beyond contemplation...beyond the wildest of dreams!!
beyond redemption...
see i m really a dick...and i show up my ugly face time and again...
thnx for 'diaphanous' dear muse o' eleventh!!!
p.s: i m tryin hard to concentrate on velocity and fitnesse...but just that ur rose's blog is just lovely..
wow. i am confused. MILAN! where are you hun. i miss you. <3<3
to vivek and anon: ok really this is funny. look at the both of u picking at each other. It's not nice. Please stop ok? i dont like it very much. Please babes?
Babes I love you but please don't bother with whoever it is.
Anon- I don't know who you are, but dont call my stuff bullshit and dont call my boyfriend a jealous bloke. thank u.
ofcourse you dont know who i am...i am really surprised to know that you dont know...
sincere apologies for calling some bullshit as bullshit...and thy verses of praise did more than justice to something i appreciated really....and in that spur of the moment i posted that...apologies again...
quite a stir...it seems...and i also like you all calling each other "babes"...really i am trying to look at the whole thing from here...and still cant figure out who is who...in this utter chaotic situation(where i seek utmost pleasure)...i haven't been able to clear the clouds of doubt as to how many and whom i have offended by merely posting some comments...wherein the intentions were merely of praising something good...whatever.. i think collosal damage has already been done...otherwise the country of malaysia(?) might see one more case of death mystery..or maybe more..
final comment...really the sense of humour seems to be in pity state there...i'll never visit malaysia!!!
shit...i again didn't read carefully...sometimes haste indeed makes waste...
let me put facts correctly one last time:
1. mil's blog is very nice.
2. her and her boyfriend's sense of humour sucks big time
3. I will occasionally bug you people. It gives me a lot of saddistic pleasure.
I personally think ANON is not only deriving sadistic pleasure out of this, but also a sort of hedonistic pleasure out of his keyboard and mouse.. oh the stinkin pervert...
anon: we do hv a sense of humour you're just too bitter to see it. u poor thing.
but thanks for stopping by.
utterly lost. but ever-so-supportive. read the email I sent!
love, syar.
Jacq- Hello, miss you too. LOL no confusion needed, everything's the same as you see it.
Ben- Yo you finally arrived at the scene. Thanks for visiting.
Syar- Thanks for the email, although I didnt know quite what to make of it. MPH is at it again with the sales but I'm broke. Having said that I don't mind going just to drool at everything we can't have. Haha.
To all- Thanks for being here.
Vivek- I miss you to no end.
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