We tend to focus on the bad in those who are good for us because we begin to believe it is too good to be true and start losing attraction when we feel they have become predictable, complacent and comfortable in the relationship. @PLECCA
Escrevo pra aliviar a dor que é não mais me encontrar.
Escrevo pra dizer que mesmo com esses três ou quatro meses, ainda penso em você.
Me aconselharam a sair, dançar mais, tentar me encontrar.
E eu, sempre determinada, vesti-me de otimismo e motivação, pois naquele dia, eu daria um alívio para o meu coração.
Mas em cada esquina, eu sou lembrada do quanto eu (ainda) sinto a sua falta...
Love isn't candle night dinners and bed of roses. Love is flawed, unattractive, frustrating, mundane and imperfect.
It's not about exotic destinations, elaborate proposals or lavish weddings. It's about fighting in PJs over taking out the trash, screaming over money and savings, ignoring her snores every night, seeing each other at your ugliest moments.
Love isn't beautiful. Its fighting through all the flaws and still holding the person right beside you. Love is real.
Official talks
Sitting with a poet name "Ghulam Muhammad Qas'ser"
I asked about "why you always afraid of love and lover?
He answered me in a stanza.
کروں گا کیا جو محبت میں ہو گیا ناکام۔
مجھے تو اور کوئی کام بھی نہیں آتا۔
Another lesson learnt.
I remember sitting on the car with you at that truck stop in Colorado and it was getting dark and we talked as the twilight began to settle in all around us and somehow we started to talk about losing each other and the thought of losing you hit me so hard and seared my heart so deep as I submerged myself into the thoughts of desperation and heartache in not having you in my life and right there as I literally sat right beside you physically, I had to look away and set my eyes in a gaze directed down to my feet because the tears started to well up in my eyes and I couldn’t stop them from falling.
You promised me that night and many thereafter that it took so long to find me that we’d never...
My love profile.......
Brains I may have a lot.
With looks I sit between Chris Hemsworth and John Prescott.
I would love an intelligent lady,
Doesn't matter if she has a baby.
I have a place I want to make it a home.
I don't want to live alone:(
Cats love me and dogs hate me.
Maybe I'm a bit shady!
I have a few health issues to be fair.
On the plus side I have my own hair.
I'm looking for friendship at first.
Well it could be worse!
...........ITS ALL ABOUT CONNECTION..........
sometime you've been known a person for so long but it still feels like you don't know him..
&
Sometimes just two hours conversation..make him yours and it feels like you've known him for so long........
Corona Virus Covid 19,
My mum has it, coronavirus
She is in her 70's for 20 hrs her breathing was bad....
Persistent coughing all symptoms, except temperature didn't go overly high and she kept her taste, not all of it.
My dad has nothing , they have had no contact with anyone for 6 days!
And the above brings me to this right now I think people are focusing too much on the Why,Who etc.
The truth, theres people out there, people.....
Furthter more people are dying from this. Alone. Scared. Left for days, after being isolated for days before.
No one wants to die alone, the nature of these happenings are making it more likely.
Does it actually matter who or indeed how it started, no...
Amnésia.
Amnésia, confusão e nervosismo;
Poucas, das muitas coisas que sinto;
Os sentimentos em seu coração tão confusos quanto um labirinto;
Me levam cada vez mais para perto do abismo;
Você é lava ardente;
Um vulcão, prestes a entrar em erupção;
E mesmo no meio de toda confusão
Tento entrar o meu caminho para o seu coração
Você é um coração valente;
Meio inconsequente
que mesmo em um clima tão frio
Consegue ser tão... quente?
E por fim, amnésia,
A onda de um mar,
Que vem para levar,
Essa alma sofrida e incapaz de amar.
We tend to ignore the bad in those who are not good for us because their apparent unpredictable, passionate and ambitious nature blinds us into believing they are a good match for us when it is all just a temporary facade to gain our commitment. @PLECCA
Te encontré...
Más bien, ahí estabas pero, trataba de omitirte.
Lo que cualquier chica con cicatrices en el alma haría para evitar el dolor.
Y me rehusaba, y prolongaba el encuentro pero siempre ahí estabas.
Reiteradamente ahí estabas.
Y bastó una oportunidad para tenerte,
Bastó tan poco para quererte.
Y es que fue tan fácil porque...
eres más de lo que creí,
porque no creí merecer a alguien así.
Y ahora te tengo pero estamos ausentes,
No porque queramos,
Sino porque es lo prudente.
Pero te extraño con toda el alma,
Y odio que estemos tan cerca y no poder disfrutarnos en un abrazo.
Odio que te encontré y la vida nos esté obligando a darnos espacio.
Odio tus ausencias, y mis celos también...
He always believed that all he had to be was different. If you’re different enough, then people can’t help but remember you. They certainly can’t replace you.
But life has shown him something else. He falls in love with the boys that he’s friends with. And one by one, they leave him. Or he leaves them, but they’re the ones who move on. He’s never the one to move on.
Just last week, a former best friend told him: “Us not being friends anymore isn’t because I don’t like you. I’m just picking who I’m thinking of- the people in front of me. And it’s freeing. And it’s not you. And I’m not sorry.”
How is he supposed to be this lonely all the time? He knows he should focus on his female friends...
I see myself
fade like a droplet
shivering with cold
on the surface of a glass
I lose myself
slowly
then altogether
.
.
I see myself
asphyxiate
like an almost deflated balloon
which is pinched
by the needle of time
I am losing
this breath of mine
slowly
then altogether
.
.
I see myself
looking
for tiny bits of hope
from my scattered life
like a sparrow looks
for straws to build a nest
I will build up my life
slowly
and slowly... .
.
I see myself
lost in the chaos of my life
like the mischievous beads
of my mother's pearl necklace
that were lost
once their thread was broken.
Just like the white beads
fall one by one
I lose
my being a little each day
slowly
then altogeth...
Made me believe in destiny,
like the universe can hear our heartbeat,
Kissed away my sadness,
Healed my wound when I didn't asked for it,
You are my saving grace,
You are my sunshine in the rain,
So why do you have to go away.
🕊
I want to co-create with you
and i want to watch what you do
I want to be your safe place
and your craziest adventure.
I want to make you smile
and hold you when you cry.
I wany to inspire you,
and learn from your wisdom
I want to stand still with you
and run hard towards our future..
~him
Distant Memory
Love at first sight no one believes it, until it happens to them and then they see it.
The moment you meet the world seems to stop, everything pauses even water drops. Wondering in suspense what caused it. Thinking one breath could cause it to start, so you hold it all in you feel your beating heart stop.
That look in their eyes they're reading your soul, making you wonder what it is they saw.
Your deepest desires or your darkest secrets. That last one would make anyone leave them.
The love you feel and the anger you hide it's that one look that causes you to cry. Your life on display for everyone to see, yet it's just your imagination and not what yo...
The bare shoulders without a bra
Tell me you are home
Your wet hair tell me
You took a shower to hide your tears
For once I want to dive into your deep black eyes
Not to feel loved
But to drown in your sorrows
Not because I feel what you feel
But I know what it feels like
am happy you are careless
But honey you are vulnerable too
So, I ll send an angel over
To sit on your bare shoulders
To protect you
And bring the smile back
So that I can write
About your lips once again.
The packed streets
lain empty
The honks replaced
By quails and crows.
It is not a vacation
To hop in a car
And rush to the sun
Rather, a time
To notice.
Our house and the simple things around
To suck in the beauty
To dwell and reflect.
To observe people
The ones who have always been there.
When a holiday
too long
Makes us tired
of doing nothing
We wake up anew.
In search of reality
purpose and priority
Of we go
Toward a new horizon.
Celine Dion
What's left to say?
These prayers ain't working anymore
Every word shot down in flames
What's left to do with these broken pieces on the floor?
I'm losing my voice calling on you
'Cause I've been shaking
I've been bending backwards till I'm broke
Watching all these dreams go up in smoke
Let beauty come out of ashes
Let beauty come out of ashes
And when I pray to God all I ask is
Can beauty come out of ashes?
Can you use these tears to put out the fires in my soul?
'Cause I need you here, woah
'Cause I've been shaking
I've been bending backwards till I'm broke
Watching all these dreams go up in smoke
Let beauty come out of ashes
Let beauty come out of ashes
And when I pray to God...