TheDecisionToListen

Everything that happened between you and me was a never ending story doing its best to send me a message that I refused to acknowledge. A message that told me it was impossible for me to hold you in my arms and look into your eyes the way two people destined for each other always did in Hollywood.
But I didn’t want to listen.

Voices in the back of my mind told me to give up and walk away. In convincing tones, phantoms from the inner depths of my mind were telling me to turn around and head in the opposite direction from the way you were inevitably reaching out towards me ,if only to stab my heart with an already bloody knife.
But I didn’t want to listen.

I was never supposed to fall for you but I held on to romantic little fantasies that I thought must happen. Willing my thoughts into creation in order to lose myself in daydreams where you and me turned into us. Without the slightest hint of lust, we were finally together and every single thing in the world fell into place and it was just…perfect.
A world I constructed from my deepest wishes and desires as I imagined you sitting by yourself and thinking of me…though I knew I was only wishing that mental picture into existence. It’s much more likely that I was doing all the work to magnetize two souls and personalities that were destined to be on opposite ends of the universe.
Though I kept telling myself that this was true and you wanted us to be together as much as I did…even more. That there was even the slightest chance that it would work out how I pictured the future with the sun in the sky…and you as the center of my universe.
Time and time again, the truth would drift in to my wandering thoughts…but I didn’t want to listen

Then I persuaded myself to accept reality and I shook the cage that held the inner confines of my sanity and convinced myself to open my ears and listen.
Listen to every little thing I never wanted to hear.
Open up the eyes I closed shut and look in the mirror.
Part my lips and be honest with myself, speaking words that I knew were always true but I decided to hide in the darkest shadows beside an image of you.
Start breathing through my nose and detect the scent of broken dreams and a crushed heart similar to the metallic tang of blood and a hint of wasabi.
Perceive that the chance I was willing to take was never there and I was gambling my future on a cause that never existed with my heart as collateral.
And it hurts even more because you never said you were sorry…and you never will.

Because every little consequence I suffered because of my unreasonable infatuation hurt me as much as it didn’t affect you. Never will you understand how deep each cut the blade of your indifference cut through veins that run deeper than the physical.
You’ll never see me grimace in pain from invisible wounds. And to shed a tear is too much to ask from me as the cold shoulder you gave me has already frozen whatever drop of water would eventually run down my right cheek.

Then I started to pay attention to silent signs you were sending that meant we were never going to be.
Because I always say never, and never ever say forever.
Though I have come to believe that in a past life, I must have surrendered my soul for an eternity of being together with you…if only in my own mind. Though that may sound pathetic…I have accepted it as a part of the world where ‘us’ will always be U and I.
Always apart and never together. But only this time, I’m listening.

TheVirus

Hearing moaning and groaning from outside the room, I stand up. Edging towards the door to my bedroom, I slowly turn the knob and push. The squeaking of the hinges bounces into the darkness of the hallway and the quiet returns. Now I am wary.

Wary of the danger that hides in the shadows…awaiting a misstep in the right direction at which to pounce. But momma didn’t raise no fool, I bear arms. Forsaking the choice of a gun like every predecessor before me, I…take a katana from the stand that stands next to me. Hattori Hanzo would be proud of how I wielded it…like a samurai from a lost generation of ancient warriors. I feel invincible, yet far from invisible as I see eyes before me. Blank stares in my direction, as I slowly make my way down blank stairs bare of carpet towards the level below me.

Mouths gaping at the threat they have found, they close in. But I refuse to die, nor join their ranks so I begin to raise the slender blade I wield between my foes and I. From right to left, they inch closer…the cloying smell of decay in their breath has me dazed, but I hold my ground. In one swoop I slice through three and floorboards creak as decapitated torsos thud against them. Five more go down in just the same fashion, and as I leave the house with a heroic sense of self, my jaw drops.

Legions of vile creatures drag themselves towards me in a macabre likeness of a video game made reality. I am Leon Kennedy. And the army in front of me is the reanimated dead they call zombies. Step after step, eventually they surround me. I’m stuck in a vicious whirlwind with the only escapes through the ground as a corpse and through the sky as a martyr. But I choose neither.

Holding the handle all the more tighter, I hack away like a madman. Through flesh and bone that once held minds and souls, I fight to survive. Through men and women, I splatter gore so that I may feel like a hero, but let me tell you. Zombies were people too, and each one that has died, is a person that has gone through death twice. That is twice more than what should be necessary because life must be forever if a martyr is a willing sacrifice.

As I begin to understand the deepest mysteries of this mystery, I grow weak. With the last ounce of my strength I try to strike the final one…but I realize that he is a mirror image of me. Then the realization seeps in…the more pain I cause, the closer I come to destroying myself. Because an eye for an eye only makes the world blind and fighting for survival is an excuse the strong give to eradicate the useless. But no one is useless…if not, we are all useless. Because the ruthless rule the world and word ruthless is only one syllable away from useless. So with one mistake, they become obsolete with loss of power.

Which is exactly what happened to me… As my arms grew weary of swinging this sword, I begin to fall prey to the throng of undead. In the endless expanse of a second I become the opposite of ruthless, and the embodiment of peaceful. While I did not survive, I have attained the knowledge to guide me through the rest of eternity. A transformed man, I embrace death…but with my dying breath I ask just one question…why are there so many zombies!?

LivingDoll

She Dorothy Dandrige, she Marilyn Monroe
Gia Carangi, man she Anna Nicole
Her face won’t tell you what she goes through at all
So she goes through life like she’s just a living doll

She thinks she’s Barbie, she dresses up for every event
Always guy watching ‘cos she’s tryna find her Ken
Went through handfuls of men, but she’s scared of commitment
Living life to the fullest and she doesn’t know her limit

So she’s handing out digits, knows exactly how to work her hips
Then she pouts her lips…’till they never look at other chicks
Light brown eyes, and a body that she’s working with
Smile so seductive you would think that she’s been practicing

Voice melodic and a laugh that’s got you thinking out loud
Perfect woman, fantasizing with your head in the clouds
Nails done, long legs any woman would die for
This female is the opposite of being an eyesore

She’s a beauty, Megan Fox mixed with Jessica Alba
Add a little Hyori Lee with some Scarlett Johansson
She’s stylish, rocking every trend that’s in fashion
Walk of a model but she looks like she’s crashing
And in just two words that’s a fatal attraction

She Dorothy Dandrige, she Marilyn Monroe
Gia Carangi, man she Anna Nicole
Her face won’t tell you what she goes through at all
So she goes through life like she’s just a living doll

Always wearing heels for the added sex appeal
But it’s all a big disguise ’till the scars all heal
They’re slowly fading, but the bruises don’t fade fast
Always sprinting to escape, but she ends up last

Flashback to the past,
See this shy looking girl, just surrounded by nerds
Braces ‘cross her teeth, she was awkward as hell
Did her homework to a tee, never needed no help

But this girl was far from pretty
The type to get ignored in the city
And her pain was just too hard to conceal
Heart aching with the laughter, started throwing up meals

Now she’s making up for years
That they taunted her in middle school
Now she’s feeling hella cool,
Playing with the same dudes that she never went up to

She Dorothy Dandrige, she Marilyn Monroe
Gia Carangi, man she Anna Nicole
Her face won’t tell you what she goes through at all
So she goes through life like she’s just a living doll

She has it all, but she’s feeling like she’s still incomplete
She’s got the health, looks, men and a downtown suite
Working for that dream home with the perfect career
No more modeling for ads and staring into the mirror

Wishing she could just be, more than just what you see
But that won’t happen in her life, unfortunately
So she’s hiding her pain, tryna push it away
Taking pills, medication, doing drugs by the tray

She’s imperfect to a point that her flaws are obscured
A pathetic substitution of what she had to endure
But it’s all a disguise, just a creation of mind
That has her bawling when she cries, every time she close her eyes

Suicide is slowly creeping, but she’s seeking no help
Lost control of herself from all the bullshit and stress
Once a carefree life, now she’s picturing death
Just a real depressed girl, and she’s got nothing left

Tryna just forget what she remembers too well
Made herself look angelic, ‘cos she’s living through hell
And if she stop breathing, told her family pull that cord
‘Cos she’d rather die young and leave a beautiful corpse
Like a doll.

OutOfReach

Now I've participated in all the mind games and the heart pains. Moments you had me up in the sky like a drugged up airplane. But it was all a never-ending maze, an eternal journey to find the end. I know I had the time to spend, but I was getting annoyed trying to play pretend. The suspense. Trying to be there for you as a friend, but deep inside I was keeping a deep-dark secret. Shit I would later regret. Wishing I could reside in that space between the left and right hemispheres of your Limbic system. Know what you were feeling and coincide with the rhythm. I spilled out my feelings to you in bulk like Costco. But 700 days later, I finally lost hope. But truthfully. Now I'm just looking for a revelation full of honesty. I just want to know what it is I did wrong, why you don't feel the same way that I do. Had me racking my brain day and night like Einstein looking for a breakthrough. Now it's almost like I hate you. But don't get it wrong, I would still date you. But I'll never be like the way I was before. Fuck the sweet talking and fuck the being nice. It's just not worth it, now I'll try to be concise.

I don't know what started it, or what made it even worse. Maybe all the poems and verses I've rehearsed. Six songs about you all recorded on my computer. But personal experience is one hell of a tutor. They say opposites attract like protons and ions. Now it's mind over matter like the first album by Zion, Eyes can be blinded so I won't trust them again. Keep my heart safely locked in a chest that I'm able to defend. No more wearing my heart on my sleeve since my cuffs are all frayed and it's simply hanging by a thread. No more spending countless hours thinking about you while I'm sleepless in bed. I'm gettting you out of my head. And it's tough to admit, you're a hard habit to quit. But I'm kicking the emotional nicotine out the window and I can begin to omit...The fact that you even exist to the best of my ability. And please believe I say this with great humility. You'll never find another person like me. From Australia with koalas and kangaroos, to Antarctica with penguins and polar bears. And to think, I used to compare your importance to me, like the importance of air. But just to make this all fair, I know you're innocent of any evil intent I can blame you for. It's not your fault you had to close the door. Now, I never thought I'd be listening to a love song and relating it to myself. Much less it would be by N'Sync and how I felt like you put me on the shelf. But I guess I am selfish. "You can call me selfish. But all I want is your love. You can call me hopeless, but I'm hopelessly in love. You can call me unperfect. But who's perfect? Just tell me what do I have to do? To prove that I'm the only one for you. Now what's wrong with being selfish?"

Now amidst of all this renouncing of all my affections for you both past and present...I will tell you everything I never said in your presence. You're one of the nicest girls I've ever met, I could even say you were flawless. But reality slapped me across the face like a cold strike from Lucy Lawless. But I'm only being honest. You fit the mold of exactly what I look for in a soulmate. From personality to your whole face. The cute cheeks, nice eyes and perfect smile. You had my mind and heart whirling 'round and 'round like a turnstile. An infectious laugh that just made my stomach turn and my blood churn. Lesson learned. If someone's too good to be true, they're forever out of reach...

TheGeneral'sMills

She brightens up my day from morning to midnight..

The perfect parabola that makes my mind ignite..

But we're much more simple than complex arithmetic..

No calculus and vectors, just the time when Cupid hit..

I guess he was on his last route and running low on ammo..

Because that joto shot me with a bullet not an arrow..

Looked up and saw the smoke drifting from the barrel..

Then I started hearing N'Sync Christmas carols..

As I poured myself a bunch of cereal into my bowl..

I start thinking about how she makes me feel whole..

Reading the back of the box as my heart inflates..

Like Frosted Flakes, she makes me feel GRRRRREAAAT..

She always cheers me up and she's good for my heart..

It all comes full circle from the end, to the start..

It's all clear to see, like flavour in Cinnamon Toast Crunch..

She's a knockout like a Mike Tyson punch..

With the innocence of a kid, she has her Trix..

I know she's not half, but she's still the perfect mix..

Wheaties-worthy because she won over my emotions..

Another poem!? That's what you call devotion..

Always after her, like she has my Lucky Charms..

My Cap'n Crunch in person and I've just been disarmed..

Putting U and I together like Alpha Bits..

'Cos we're not together like "disguise" misprints..

She makes me sing out loud like Frosted Mini-Wheats ads..

She has me buzzing like a Honeycombs fad..

There's more to her than simply what meets the eye..

Like Reese's Puffs. I guess I'm just a sweet guy..

Suffering from one hella bad sweet tooth..

That carried over from my youth, now I feel uncouth..

For revealing all of this about myself..

I guess I'll just put these boxes back on the shelf..

IMightBeDreaming

Asleep in the clouds, looking down to the ground

Sun on my face as I start to fall down

Falling at a fast clip, straight at the surface

Imagining life in different universes

Then it all fades to gray...

Embracing impermanence I don't know if I should stay

Think no further than today, as I continue my descent

On a one way trip towards merciless cement

Eyes wide shut as I'm passing through the atmosphere

On a nose-dive to the final frontier

The final fantasy, through seven clouds it seems

Then slip right back into my waking dreams.

Definition

So here's a little a little blurb of spoken word. With no topic in mind, I put the pen down and write. Curves and circles creating letters which form so much more. From gloomy twilight skies, to sunny afternoons. I can accurately describe them all with words. But so many things are undefined. I can't even begin to describe them. Zero search results found when I Google'd the term.

And that term is love and what is is to me. But what is it really? And I come to the conclusion that an image is worth far more than a thousand words. So I place a picture of you next to a scribbled definition. But it's neither a noun, a verb, an adjective or a pronoun...it's just you and me. The pronunciation guide is a play button. A simple conversation between you and me. Engaged in romantic interlock about who loves the other more. Going back and forth until one of us gives up. Until one day we give up on the belief of you and me. That's when the wavelength starts to fade away...and so does the image of you and me.

Then the hues in the photograph desaturate into nothingness. And once again I'm left with another made up definition of love and no one to share it with.

WorldLocked

See an open door, I decide to walk through it

Then fall into the world just the way that I knew it

Heard the door shut, then the turn of the lock

Pitch-black and silent but the pulse of a clock

Looking for an escape, in the form of a spaceship

But let's face it, pain and disappointment are basic

Angels are weak, and the devil is persuasive

In a world that's abrasive, yet in complete stasis

At a complete standstill, but my mind's racing

I refuse to move on, but my mind becomes ancient

I'm the farthest thing from patient

Patience, yet nobody alive is truly complacent

This or that, the paradox seems ageless

Everything remains trapped in a certain vagueness

Covered by a mist of what we decide to believe

Condensed water vapour that's enough to deceive

Blocking from view what we refuse to accept

Philosophical views by a conceited adept

Leaving no room for reasonable doubt

See you later. The doorman's finally letting me out..

ICanBe

If you're sick of the lies

I can be your doctor...

Show you what should be

and treat you proper...

If you're sick of all this bullshit

I can be your medicine...

There to change everything

with something you've never seen...

If you're feeling trapped

I can be your escape...

All you have to do is

say yes to a date...

If you're feeling lost

I can be your map...

There to turn the complex

into simple math...

If you're drifting away

I can be your rock...

Actually, I can be a mountain

with my very own dock...

If you're in need of anything

I can be everything...

And in due time

we could actually be something.

TeachMe

There's so many things we take for granted.
Everyday problems like war and famine.
But have you ever taken the time to stop?
Just think about it all, drop by drop...

Every single fact about the world today
That combine to make it the world today.
I live on this planet the only way I know how.
Each lesson that has made me who I am now.

I have too much respect for women,
because that's how my mom taught me.
I am a hopeless romantic,
because that's how Shakespeare taught me.

I write love songs and dance,
because that's how boy bands taught me.
I actually have a sensitive side,
because that's how females taught me.

I taste the rainbow
because that's how Disney taught me.
Look at Mulan, Pocahontas, Jasmine and Snow White,
because that's how Disney taught me.

I'm a tad too nice when it counts,
because that's how family taught me.
I'm a bit of an asshole,
because that's how reality taught me.

I'm damn proud of my heritage,
because that's how my culture taught me.
I really like animals,
Because that's how my aunt taught me.

I actually care about the Earth,
because that's how the Discovery Channel taught me.
I cherish knowledge,
because that's how my teachers taught me.

I put my faith in one God,
because that's how religion taught me.
I keep an open mind,
because that's how fate taught me.

I dare to dream past the clouds,
because that's how hope taught me.
I think outside the box,
because that's how art taught me.

I speak words to microphones,
because that's how pop culture taught me.
I express myself through poetry,
because it's the only way I know how.

And I live my life the way I do,
because it's the only way I know how.
And all these lessons have combined
To turn me into the person before you.

And I'll keep on doing it,
because that's how I taught me.
And I'll be damned if I do it any other way.
But I'm still empty.
So teach me.

YouBringOutTheCynicalAssholeInMe

You bring out the cynical asshole in me.

The "What the fuck were you thinking?",

The "Personality doesn't count for shit.". The "You're so retarded."

The "I'd give that around a 3."

The "Why are you going out with THAT!?"

The "They're so ugly, go put their head in a paper bag." in me

You bring out the cynical asshole in me.

The sneering figure in the shadows, in me.

The suppressed chuckling at the very mention of the

word love at any moment, in me.

The heartless bastard spreading heartbreak slogans,

Kanye West CD's and cynical poetry, in me.

The eyes wide shut clenching of fists.

Possibly...

You bring out the cynical asshole in me.

The disbelief presenting the ignorance and the insults

leading to carelessness about human emotions, in me.

The douche bag who just doesn't care, in me.

The dislike of romantic prose, plays and songs, in me.

The stone cold glare at passers by.

I think...I think that...

You bring out the cynical asshole in me.

The scoffs, coughs and head shakes due to

the rejection of human sentience, in me.

The disregard for kindness mixed with scorn, in me.

The desensitization of infatuation in me.

The skepticism of emotional warmth.

Maybe...

You bring out the cynical asshole in me.

The questions and the denial of every answer because I

hold contempt for every other living being, in me.

The misanthropic analyzer of every possible outcome

of even the smallest relationship, in me.

The suspicion of the human ability to love.

It might be you...

You bring out the cynical asshole in me.

The suffering from disastrous attempts

then retreating to the safety within myself, in me.

The fear in the opposite sex and as

a result distancing myself even further away, in me.

The disregard and the lack of emotion.

I think maybe, just maybe...

You bring out the cynical asshole in me.

The disbelief of the concept of true love like the kinds

you always see in every Disney movies, in me.

The fear of taking risks and simply playing it safe, in me.

The steady diver in the highest diving board, in me.

The mocking of sensuality...

But even if that all changes...you cannot change me back.

Even if you were Superman and I was Lois Lane...

I'm trapped in a kryptonite cage under depths of kryptonite water.

You cannot save me.

But if another were to rescue me from the abyss.

I could not thank them. I am broken.

I am the pieces of debris scattered all over the pavement.

The result of an accident that has been seventeen years in the making.

Just to be glued back together in a macabre likeness of sensitivity.

I am indifferent.

And all YOU do...is bring out the cynical asshole in me.

SickAndTired

You see...
I'm tired of waiting for that perfect girl to stroll into my life.
I'm sick of daydreaming about meeting my future wife.
I'm tired of spending my life in a corner, staring at the door.
I'm sick of looking at a girl and wishing there was more.

I'm sick of being nice, when girls like jerks.
But they always say they like nice guys...with a smirk.
But when was the last time you saw one of these girls with a nice guy?
Am I right? Or am I in for another damn lie?

I'm sick of being so damn shy.
I'm tired of messaging you and being anxious for the reply.
I'm sick of not being able to walk up to you and start a conversation.
I'm tired of being defined by procrastination.

I'm tired of having standards.........that's about it.
I'm sick of trying to be deep and write profound shit.
I'm sick of trying to come up with quick compliments.
I'm tired of sweet talking my way to prominence.

I'm tired of seeing cute girls with ugly guys.
I'm sick of inner beauty and how it's not visible to eyes.
I have a whole lot of that, but it seems a waste to try.
I'm tired of these nice girls always passing me by.

I'm sick of girls saying "It's not the right time."
I'm tired of writing poems on cheesy cards asking "Will you be mine?"
I'm sick of Hallmark holidays like Valentine's Day.
I'm sick of having you on my mind every damn day.

I'm tired of looking at romance like a pipe dream.
I'm sick of thinking I need love to know what life means.
I'm tired of dreaming of the bogeyman as Cupid.
I'm sick of worrying about girls when I'm still stupid.

I'm tired of thinking I need to be perfect. I am what I am.
I'm sick of trying to do everything, but I do what I can.
I'm sick of wearing my heart on my sleeve when it's all frayed.
I'm tired of patching over the damage with a band-aid.

I'm tired of writing love poems, again and again.
Crafting each syllable with my mind and my pen.
Wishing She would read it, but I don't think it'll happen.
So I'm done with the love rapping and the lip flapping.

No more talking about rainbows and the pitter patter of rain on rooftops.
Fuck that. I'm sick and tired of reading poetry in bookshops!
I'm tired of expressing my "feelings" through something that only makes sense to ME.
I'm sick of giving voice to the words of my unheard poetry.

I'm tired of trying to make you see how I feel about you...through words.
I'm sick and tired of the way this world turns.
I'm sick of seeking understanding through a medium that nobody can see.
I'm sick and tired of being me...
But what else can I do?

AllIWant

I don't want to be your fairy tale Prince Charming come to life...I don't want to be the one that puts the glass slipper on your foot.

I want to be real.

I don't want to hide behind sentences that I can't say to you in normal conversation.

I want to be honest.

I don't want to sing you a song, rap a verse to you, or read you some ancient sonnet written by John Donne.

I want to talk to you.

I don't want to complicate anything between us by writing words and making up confusing ideas that confess my undying love for you.

I want it to be simple.

Contrary to popular belief, all I want to do is hold your hand. I don't want to marry you, I don't want to live to be a hundred years old by your side and I'm not looking for the chance to have sex...hell, I don't even want to go on a date with you. I just want to hold your hand.

All I want to do is hold your hand while I gaze into your eyes, caressing your hair with my right hand. While my left palm begins to sweat from being in constant contact with yours. Exchanging body heat...symbolizing the connection we're sharing. And there's nothing complex about it.

There's no words being exchanged, or any thinking involved, nor does there have to be. It's just right. And that's all I want.

TheSweetTalk

See you walking on the side walk, give a little wink..

Then I can start the sweet talk, here's what I think..

You're a rare type of honey. Sweet and all-natural..

Goes great with everything, formal or casual..

Bottle shaped body, like Mrs. Butterworth..

Baby cakes, you should be on the Food Network..

For desserts...or with my arm around..

Lonely and confused, I was lost and found..

I can only write down what I'm dying to say..

Like candy-gram notes on Valentine's Day..

You are my sweet heart, you make me see stars..

Hearts, stars and horseshoes, you're my Lucky Charm..

My Buttercup, stare deep into your eyes..

See hints of sugar, spice...and everything nice..

Honeybunch, you're my oat clusters with granola..

The perfect morning sight, we can go and do yoga..

Some Tai Chi, or some Taekwondo..

This whole poem is just to let you know..

This is my sweet talk...

Heads turn as I work the sweet talk..

It feels so right yet it's so wrong..

But I still work the sweet talk..

So I can ask you just one question..

In which bakery were you invented?

Because I just might have to ask for the recipe..

Is it in Tennessee? Because you're the only ten I see..

Where can they get a cutie pie like you just right..

In Willy Wonka's factory? I might need an invite..

Make friends with a couple of oompa loompas..

So they can lead me to you then it's all super..

See...I have a bonafide sweet tooth..

I need you in my life and that's the real truth..

You're soothing, like hot chocolate in winter..

Like pink lemonade in summer, now that's a real winner..

A pinch more of you and I'll end up with a cavity..

But that's incomparable to the future you could have with me..

She

She...is perfect.
Not just one aspect. But every little thing that adds up to it.
She is beautiful.
Not in one way. But in any imaginable.
Inside out she's still a goddess.
Plus she's modest...even with the physique of a model.
She is the sun. My sun.
Not the only one that brightens up my day.
But the reason I live to see another one.
She is my summer breeze.
She is my reprieve.
She is my oxygen.
Without her I couldn't think straight.
I would turn blue with the blues without her in my life.
Breathing every single part of her into myself.
Deep into my lungs until I'm high off the simple thought of her.
Forgetting to exhale because I want to hold her as long possible.
She is the light at the end of the tunnel.
My escape from the darkness.
And my gateway to the Garden of Eden.
Where everything is how it's supposed to be.
Where everything is beautiful without question.
Because I see her in everything.
She is the very definition of the galaxy.
Because she means the world to me.
She is the brightest star, my favorite celebrity.
And at the same time my number one fan.
She is my medicine.
She is also my ailment.
She has me lovesick. And I'm loving every second of it.
Every twinge of sadness I feel for every minute we don't spend together.
She is my vicodin with a little morphine.
Making all the hurt disappear with a single touch.
With the whisper of her voice, the pain just drifts away.
She is my Einstein mixed with a little bit of Da Vinci.
My revolutionary symbol of love in a cold, cold world.
Making every little rotten, complicated thing make sense.
She is the answer to the greatest question in history.
What is life and what am I supposed to do with mine.
And my answer is her.
And only her.
She is the never-ending subject of my thoughts.
The last thing I think about before I sleep.
What I spend every night dreaming about.
And the first thought in my head when I awake.
So in a way, I never stop thinking about her.
And I'm fine with that.
She is unexplainable.
She is indescribable.
She is undefinable.
But I'm trying my very best to put her essence in words.
She...is perfect.
But she's yet to walk into my life.
So I'm still twiddling my thumbs and waiting here.
Praying that someday...She comes.
And she will be the she who I speak of.