(A poem from a young mistress)
How much do I love thee?
Let me measure the breadth and depth
I'll try though it is an impossibility
By the fears and tears I kept and wept
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Friday, March 09, 2012
My Goddess: A short story from HeBlogs-SheBlogs
Do you still remember your first crush? Your first love? Your first kiss?
Do you believe that first love never ever dies?
Remember that mind-blowing, heart-bursting feeling of a young love? Sounds pathetic now that we're already adults, right? But admit it or not, we all have been through that stage. And believe it or not, there are some who are still not over it. Who were not able to move on. Especially for those who let their true love just slip away. They still pine for the one that got away. The one they had stupidly let go...
If you're up for some reminiscing or reliving that feeling...Check out this short love story from HeBlogs-SheBlogs! My Goddess
Do you believe that first love never ever dies?
Remember that mind-blowing, heart-bursting feeling of a young love? Sounds pathetic now that we're already adults, right? But admit it or not, we all have been through that stage. And believe it or not, there are some who are still not over it. Who were not able to move on. Especially for those who let their true love just slip away. They still pine for the one that got away. The one they had stupidly let go...
If you're up for some reminiscing or reliving that feeling...Check out this short love story from HeBlogs-SheBlogs! My Goddess
Tuesday, March 06, 2012
Mist
It’s strange how I’d like it to be over
And yet I don’t
How I try to be brave and strong and act like it
But I am not
I force myself to forget everything about you
But I cannot
From the moment I open my eyes
Till the time I close them
You are there
Inside my mind
Etched in every convolution of my brain
Not vivid, no
More like a lingering mist
Like a diluted blood weakly pulsing through my veins
Not red, just a pinkish tinge
A faint memory
And yet the pain it brings is strong
And yet I don’t
How I try to be brave and strong and act like it
But I am not
I force myself to forget everything about you
But I cannot
From the moment I open my eyes
Till the time I close them
You are there
Inside my mind
Etched in every convolution of my brain
Not vivid, no
More like a lingering mist
Like a diluted blood weakly pulsing through my veins
Not red, just a pinkish tinge
A faint memory
And yet the pain it brings is strong
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Asking Too Much
No promises
No commitments
No certainties
Not even assurances
Only vague hope
It is too much to ask
It is too much to even speak of
To even say a word
Even the slightest expression
No commitments
No certainties
Not even assurances
Only vague hope
It is too much to ask
It is too much to even speak of
To even say a word
Even the slightest expression
Letters from a Young Mistress: Letter #1
15 May
Monday, 11.57
Dear Love,
I'm sorry I'm getting emotional again. I just can't keep the tears from falling. I am overwhelmed with sadness again. Gripped by the thought or should i say the fact that I shouldn't be with you. You seem very happy and with your life out there. Happy with family and friends. Happiness that could be ruined if they find out about us. But you tell me that I am the real happiness in your life. That everything else is fake. I want to believe that…I really do…
Monday, 11.57
Dear Love,
I'm sorry I'm getting emotional again. I just can't keep the tears from falling. I am overwhelmed with sadness again. Gripped by the thought or should i say the fact that I shouldn't be with you. You seem very happy and with your life out there. Happy with family and friends. Happiness that could be ruined if they find out about us. But you tell me that I am the real happiness in your life. That everything else is fake. I want to believe that…I really do…
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