Sacré Coeur
Posted on Mar 8th, 2006
by 
AainaA
AainaA
Haven't I been living before?
Oh such sorrow, to be
without you....Such aches, where only you
can heal.. this heart yearns, yet freedom is trickling
along these very veins...for a glimpse of heaven
on this tightrope of life, where love
inexplicable, strings the violins of my heart
She felt my heart, and yes, I've been feeling very sad and alone for the past month or so...
In my prayers, for myself, I've asked The Lord for comfort... of the heart. My heart is being tossed like centimes these days. Not seeing you, or seeing you does not help - I'm falling deeper by the ottosecond, and I am as clueless to this new experience. When I was younger, I never had the need to fall "in" love. I was too busy trying to figure things out. Now that I've more or less figured things out, my heart and the body are being practically ripped apart, like raindrops falling hard on concrete or the soul living a dead body. The blows - all too new for me can sometimes be a welcomed affliction, sometimes... inexplicable because I'm slowly discovering that love, on a human level is complex, and breathless.
If this is the end, you're my Angel...of Death, and I want you
Breaths escape my heart. Each time I see you, I wish the world just stood still. I try to keep the image of you, for as long, and as fresh as it can aspire to be within the heart. I'm missing you more and more, and .... sadness reigns. Your shy smile, the quiver in your voice when you speak with your colleagues, the twinkle in your eye, the way you keep on wearing the same socks for a week {unless like me, you have a dozen of the same!}, the ...perfection of your being, your face... and the almost invisible scar above your pink lips is slowly devouring my very essence of innocence.
Flirting and teasing are the two things I used to be savvy in. These days, I'm numbed. I don't know how to even contemplate a move, let alone open my mouth to speak. It used to be simple to just say things. Oh Lord - Help!!. If I had a wand, you'd be the only one on this planet. And you are, within. The other odd thing I noticed about myself, is that I don't look nor do I study other men since I met you. My friends say I've been struck by the blow... of life.
The cab driver who has been driving me to Carrefour noticed the change in me, and decided to cheer me up by talking about religion. I wish he would just stop. I'm not in the mood for debating about Islaam, Christianity, or even ignorance. Words are all I have at the moment.... for they pen my innermost spirit, the wings which are being held down from flying... home
Je Vous Aime
Oh such sorrow, to be
without you....Such aches, where only you
can heal.. this heart yearns, yet freedom is trickling
along these very veins...for a glimpse of heaven
on this tightrope of life, where love
inexplicable, strings the violins of my heart
After another tub of Mars Ice-cream {I must stop this habit! But Malaysia is scorching these days - yeah, another excuse!}, I tried to forget you.
Obviously the tub didn't work. I think I need another strategy. Dina sms'd me saying that after she had spoken to me last night, she felt sad. Funny how the transference of energy can be easily absorbed in this world non?She felt my heart, and yes, I've been feeling very sad and alone for the past month or so...
In my prayers, for myself, I've asked The Lord for comfort... of the heart. My heart is being tossed like centimes these days. Not seeing you, or seeing you does not help - I'm falling deeper by the ottosecond, and I am as clueless to this new experience. When I was younger, I never had the need to fall "in" love. I was too busy trying to figure things out. Now that I've more or less figured things out, my heart and the body are being practically ripped apart, like raindrops falling hard on concrete or the soul living a dead body. The blows - all too new for me can sometimes be a welcomed affliction, sometimes... inexplicable because I'm slowly discovering that love, on a human level is complex, and breathless.
If this is the end, you're my Angel...of Death, and I want you
Breaths escape my heart. Each time I see you, I wish the world just stood still. I try to keep the image of you, for as long, and as fresh as it can aspire to be within the heart. I'm missing you more and more, and .... sadness reigns. Your shy smile, the quiver in your voice when you speak with your colleagues, the twinkle in your eye, the way you keep on wearing the same socks for a week {unless like me, you have a dozen of the same!}, the ...perfection of your being, your face... and the almost invisible scar above your pink lips is slowly devouring my very essence of innocence.
Flirting and teasing are the two things I used to be savvy in. These days, I'm numbed. I don't know how to even contemplate a move, let alone open my mouth to speak. It used to be simple to just say things. Oh Lord - Help!!. If I had a wand, you'd be the only one on this planet. And you are, within. The other odd thing I noticed about myself, is that I don't look nor do I study other men since I met you. My friends say I've been struck by the blow... of life.
The cab driver who has been driving me to Carrefour noticed the change in me, and decided to cheer me up by talking about religion. I wish he would just stop. I'm not in the mood for debating about Islaam, Christianity, or even ignorance. Words are all I have at the moment.... for they pen my innermost spirit, the wings which are being held down from flying... home
Je Vous Aime
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