She was crying hard that day
I want to know
I don’t want to talk about politics. I don’t want to know about the election. I don’t want to know about the baseball game last night or basketball game either. I don’t want to know about the play offs. I don’t want to know about the economy. I don’t want to know about the weather either. I don’t want to … Read more ...
I want to kiss her slowly
I want to kiss her slowly. As if we are the only two people in the world. As if we are meant for each other. As if we only belong to each other. As if we are both dying. As if we are both dying and only thing that could save us would be our lips touching each other.… Read more ...
I Love You
“I Love You”, she just blurted it out.
“I love you, can you handle that?” she said it once more.
It is hard to think when someone is so serious and waiting for a reply.
“Can you handle me? Can you handle everything I will do to you?” I replied.
“Sure, as long as you are gentle with me”, she … Read more ...
I went to her place
I went to her place today. I hated going there. I haven’t been there in months. It is filled with randomness, crap, garbage and whatever mess that I could not make sense of anything. I could never find anything useful there. Any sense of truth is mixed up with lies, fantasies, and sugar coated words to hide things you wouldn’t … Read more ...
One day I will learn how to dance
One day I will learn how to dance. I always wanted to learn how to dance but I always have no time for it. I already know what I am going to do when I can dance. I will twirl her around and kiss her passionately. She can only laugh. The kind of laugh that you cannot fake. The kind … Read more ...
My heart wanders back in time
On one hand
On one hand, she looks strong, cool and collected like she is ready for anything or anyone. This is what she appears to most people. But I know something most people do not. She is also weak. My lips could melt her, make her weak on the knees. Someone I should protect, keep close to my arms. She is gentle … Read more ...
Random things you end up thinking when you are with someone.
Poetry I Did Not Send In My 20s
Looking into your beautiful eyes,
I know I am finally home
I can see our past, present and future
There are a lot of things I want to tell you
I want to be your smile, when you are sad
Your strength when you are weak
Your warmth when you are cold
Your hope when you feel insecure
I promise … Read more ...