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Inside

In a distance so close it made me feel strangely comfortable,

In a moment of nothing but bliss, I looked into your eyes,

I noticed how often they change colour in different lights,

I also noticed how bad I wanted you, but couldn’t have you.

 

That accidental brush against my shoulder, it stirs me inside,

All that hoping and wishing, it drives me crazy inside,

Sometimes it’s easier not to look your way, for it breaks my heart inside,

That’s how I feel, that’s exactly how I feel inside.

The wrong girl’s heart

A shy wave and a slight smile,

It made me feel as though I could fly,

You had me then on that summer day,

You put my heart in some sort of dismay.

 

We’d look at each other, but never speak,

One day, some day,

I’d say, we’ll find a way,

But that hope in my mind slowly slipped away,

For I saw you with her, your arms tightly around her,

You kissed her forehead, and I think you were in bliss,

What can I say, that kiss made me see,

You clearly gave me a miss.

 

Your eyes don’t lie, and all I can do is sigh,

For I think you’ve won the wrong girl’s heart,

What can I do, please let me be,

For all I can say is, I’m happy for you.

 

kiss

“Do you fall in love often? Yes often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a cat, with numbers, with friends, with complete strangers, with nothing at all.” — Jeanette Winterson (Gut Symmetries)

These days people are fixated with falling in love, but really it is the idea of falling in love that they are obsessed with. Words are powerful. If you learn to read between the lines, you’re not only encapsulated by the meaning within those words, but you also realise that they offer you new perspective. I love this quote because today I have realised that falling in love does not necessarily mean finding Mr. Right/’The One’/Tuxedo Mask/your ‘other half’ or whatever you wish to call them. Instead, falling in love, for me at least, means finding what it is your heart is searching for through the beauty hidden in this crazy world of ours. In my 21 years of existence, I have realised that I have fallen in love countless times, with not only people, but pets I’ve had through the years, beautifully crafted poetry, cute things, weird things, and most recently, myself.

Maybe in different worlds and in different times

Please don’t stare at me

Because I might just want to run away,

Away with the wind, and into your arms,

I say that now, but then I think twice,

As there is someone waiting for you, and it’s not me,

So for God’s sake, don’t look my way, and I won’t look yours.

 

For each time you do,

My heart feels heavy, as if it doesn’t know what to say,

It makes me feel like it’s raining, and all I want to do is stay,

They say, one’s eyes are a window to their soul,

Beauty, constraint, and longing, that’s what I see in yours,

They speak to me as though we know each other,

But maybe in different worlds and in different times.

 

With a stare too long, I look away,

A strong gust of wind awakens me, it frees me,

As it gently whispers what’s true,

That I’m not yours, and your not mine,

Maybe in different worlds and in different times,

I’ll once again notice that stare, that once gave light to this lonely heart of mine.

 wind

Dear Mum

I write when I feel happy, I write when I feel sad,

I write at 1 am, and I write whenever I can,

In writing I find an escape, an escape that carries me through,

For you that don’t know me, I always like to smile,

A smile can be polite, a smile can capture serenity,

But for others it can hide the pain, of days you’d rather not say,

So then no one will ask that one dreaded question, “Are you ok?”

Does it really matter? Do you really care?

They say your mother knows you best, she gave you life and she brought you up,

But she also caused those salty tears streaming down your pretty face,

You look in the mirror, and ask yourself, when can I be gone?

Away from all this, you whisper in the night.

If I could just for one day fly freely and carelessly with the wind, I would,

Dear Mum, how many times do you look in the mirror? How many times can you feel what I feel?

Dear Mum, please know, there are many things I want to tell you,

Of happy moments and sad ones too, but somehow you make it hard,

When you criticise me, when you yell, you make me feel like I want nothing to do with you,

We are but two hearts, that have long lost their way.

A guy out there was meant to be the love of your life, your best friend, your soul mate, the one you can tell your dreams to. He’ll brush the hair out of your eyes. Send you flowers when you least expect it. He’ll stare at you during movies, even though he paid $8 to see it. He’ll call to say goodnight or just cause he is missing you. He’ll look into your eyes and tell you, you’re the most beautiful girl in the world, and for the first time in your life, you’ll believe it. – Nicholas Sparks

As much as I hate to say it, I’m a hopeless romantic. It’s not something I like to dwell on because the ‘love bug’ can make you very sick indeed. 😉 But I couldn’t help but fall in love with this quote because it’s exactly what my heart whispers to my mind when I dream.

Credit to: busymindthinking for the quote.

Sometimes it’s ok to cry

I don’t cry much, but there used to be a time that I did. We all bottle up feelings at some point or another. How do you vent those emotions? Crying is an intense surge of mixed emotions. It’s a way in which you don’t hurt others physically or through words you regret later on. For me, it’s a way of letting go. Crying rids the pain, so that the heart, soul, and mind is filled with less resentment, anger and frustration.

This article is beautifully written with insight that’ll make you realize that the next time you cry, “It’s ok”.

those who sow in tears shall reap in joy..