Feel my heart beat, baby.

Friday, August 28, 2009

1:26 AM ; BGR issue

Nineteen Minutes

"When you love someone, there's a pattern to the way you come together.
You might not even realise it, but your bodies are choreographed:
A touch on the hip, a stroke of the hair.
A staccato kiss, break away, a longer one,
his hand slipping under your shirt.
It's a routine, but not in the boring sense of the word.
It's just the way you have learnt to fit,
and it's why,
when you have been with one guy for a long time,
your teeth do not scrape together when you kiss;
you do not bump noses or elbows."

--- Jodi Picoult ---

It gives one sheer internal strength,
when one understands that there is nobody to rely on.

Either you go through it yourself,
or you entirely give it up altogether.

No one knows how it will turn out to be.
You cannot turn back,
and there should be no regrets.

As one door closes,
another opens.

To a fresh beginning,
when the firm first step taken.

The wind blows wishes,
to soften every hardship taken.

All will be well,
but Faith is a condition.

After experiencing some set backs,
I am back to square one.

However, my square one has been enhanced
with a deeper understanding of myself.

If you were to ask me
Will I stand a chance?

No, will be the answer
To be fair for you

Cause the heart has frozen
I have gone numb.