It's not that I haven't tried, its not that I ain't man enough, it isn't that am stingy. I bet it's the price of being real
There is that time that one just leaves nature to have it's way and
say, maybe a reason is that thought back in the days when my heart was
deep in love with the celibate way of living, or better still that
feeling that there isn't anything unique about being in unison with
another heart, that of a Lady.
But, again no one knows why we never get that we so yearn to have,
that what the heart desires goes away, gets on it's hot heels the moment
is pictures you around. That what one feels is right and humbling is
exactly what turns against all one had hoped for soonest .
It is said that one gets to be so real when h/she speaks from the
heart, that this is the time sincerity is at it's peak, but, I read from
a different script all together. In my case, that time that one speaks
from the heart is the very time that I get the unexpected, maybe it's
time to speak from the stomach for this is too much, yes, too much.
Feeling so used like Tarmar in the Bible. So worn out to be of use, no longer literate to understand this jargon LOVE.
When one is tired, the best to do is lean back and relax, it's time
to relax this muscles ,time to enjoy solitude and be contended with the
same.
In peace I rest my case, my witness ni mimi ..................

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