Habits Of A Wanderer

But my love, I've never been more confused. Why are you acting this way around me? Nevertheless, I do not care. Because the light's back in your eyes, You smile more now, You talk to your friends and amends have been made. You even introduced me to them, saying : Guys, this is Cherry, my berry. I looked at you, I'm not anyone's berry, Austin, i said, smirking. You laughed an arm around my shoulder. We both know that's not true, you said. Oh my love, My heart's beating fast all the time now, and if it is even possible, I think i love you even more , now that i am someone in your life

Oh my love,  We sat together at a table for two And we ate ice cream together. I found out that you hated blue, And I liked anything white, Because that color displayed hope. You had to ask for a bowl of cherries. and say: I'm eating you, Cherry! I've never been very good at making jokes, But you seemed to laugh at everyone. And, Oh, my love, how happy that made me. My love, I'm about 40 pounds heavier that most girls, And that has always made me feel conscious, So i ordered only one scoop of chocolate ice cream. You had to leave after two hours, And i stared at you outside the ice cream parlor. You looked at me with a hidden smile. And My Love, you hugged me. I understood how teddy bears felt when they received hugs, Like you're special,  And the person hugging you cares about you a lot. Thank you, Cherry, you said. You kissed my cheek. But my love, Is it weird that I've been holding my che

But my love, You don't know how much i missed you. The immature, carefree version of you. You used to laugh at everything and smirk at inappropriate jokes. Now you're just there. The distance between you and your friends goes for miles and miles. You only smile from time to time, Yet it is never genuine. But my love, You're like faded, ink blotched pages. The story's there, but it's unreadable. The adventure's still there, yet it's practically a blob on black ink. Just so you know my love, I think i loved you at your best ( when you were happy  ) But i'm a hundred percent sure, That my love for you has done nothing but amplified ( when you become sad  ). Oh, my love. I'll say thus a hundred times ( in my head of course  ). I'm in love with your quirks and your flaws. I'm in love with your smile and your tears. I'm in love with your dark brown eyes and your frown. I'm in love with your

The beautiful, little flower sat upon the hill, Surrounded and protected by the other plants, Its vibrant colours, a calling to others. Pilgrimage of animals, day by day, To worship- to bask in its glory. It still stands there, with all its pride. Living beautifully everyday, spreading joy to everyone. But then one day it realized, that someday that time will come, When it will have to wither, and will slowly have to die, It did not want to lose its beauty, nor did it want to disappear. The flower wanted to continue, To be worshiped and idolized for its looks, It still stands there, with all its pride. Living beautifully everyday, spreading joy to everyone.

When I was little, I always thought of life as a fairy tail, where I'd be living in a pink-colored world; where everything was rainbow, butterflies, happiness and perfection.  Everybody was happy; everybody was nice and kind to everyone else. Now, as I grow up, I realize, as a matter of fact, that life is not even close to this. I realize that life isn't perfect and that nobody is perfect. That perfection, in this world is a myth. Sometimes, the weirdest things happen at the m ost unexpected places and moments. You find out that there's not only happiness, joy and kindness in this world, but pain, harshness and tears. It also came down to me, that you can get hurt; you can cry and you can get your heart broken a million times, but that's not what matters the most. What really matters is the reaction you decide to have. Whether you decide to let pain that you're feeling consume you and tear you apart, or, decide to let that pain strengthen you, to let it teach you le

But my love, You are stubborn and very stupid. You do not want to accept the truth, Because you know that it will hurt you. But I tried telling you the truth, The reality you can't just keep avoiding like that. Your relationship with HER fell from cloud nine to the ground  And became as flat as a pancake. She smiles to other guys. She laughs at their jokes. She flutters her eyelashes. She demands from you. And when you protest, She shuts you up with a kiss. But my love, I beg you to listen to me. Love is free, But you are as free as a caged bird. I tried talking to you, But all you said was : Shut up woman! Please accept the truth, Before your heart gets broken. Because my love, I never see you smile anymore, And that's something no one should Ever Have to suffer through. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I wrote this while listening to KISS YOU by the THE FRAY ( Cover by Jason W

But my love, being heartbroken is a disease. At first it is concentrated in one area, then it spreads.  The pain takes over your body and it feels like every part hurts. Your heart has locked itself with a key, ashamed of the broken state it is in. Your eyes don't meet others anymore because you know looking at someone's eyes is a slight chance of them finding out.  That's how easily i read you. But my love, you broke my heart and you break it every time you kiss her. If you knew how much i cared about you. Well, I don't know what you would do.

Hi there. Its been sometime since i wrote anything here. There had been this emptiness in me that i didn't know how to fill them up. Feels like the emptiness won over whatever I had built. But then i realized, I just needed to overcome the fear in me. And I did. This one goes to the emptiness i felt once. Emptiness was looking at yourself in the mirror and acknowledging that you will never be society's definition of perfect. You walk around like a corpse, feeling your soul fade away every second, and there is nothing to do about it. There is nothing you want to do about it.  Emptiness tasted like a gum that has lost it's taste. Yet you keep on chewing because you're too lazy to spit it out and take another one. Your mouth is disgusted by the taste, and you are torturing the muscle in your stomach by faking the though of eating. You keep on chewing, just for the sake of it. Emptiness sounds like your parents talking about your grades, and how they need to g

And there they stood, wrapped in each other's arms, kissing under the moonlight, surrounded by their loved ones. Bound together by marriage, faith and love. This was the moment. The moment of happiness. When the agony is finally extinguishes to be replaced by eternal love and trust. We have to know and learn that patience is always rewarding. And that love teaches you patience and passion. Love is passion. Passion is love. Love overpowers everything. And in the end, love always gets justice. It doesn't matter if you believe in love-at-first-sight because somewhere out in the world, someone is out there, meant to be with you. So remain patient and always believe in yourself. But remember one thing, loving someone isn't always going to be fairytale. You just need to hold on tight and have faith. Love is what you make it be. " If patience is worth anything, it must endure to the end of time. And living faith will last in the midst of the blackest