September 26, 2009
September 18, 2009
September 16, 2009
September 13, 2009
September 11, 2009
Love is unfair, brutal and condescending
September 09, 2009
hammered by love and regret.
days with love are counted not by minutes but by time.
when time stop but the minutes still continue without remorse.
I was born on this day for I was the only child that fell on the floor.
my brains shattered with regret and wanted to know what is love all about.
years drew constant barrage of loneliness for the woman who bare the pain was never there to catch the placenta before it fell on the floor.
September 08, 2009
September 05, 2009
I could beg to you
that I felt insecure and I leave my burdens at the door.
I'm on the outside;
looking in the hole of eternal pain.
I see your true colors inside me,
I can see through you.
See your true colors and I wasted more time than anyone.
And all the times that I cried are wasted,
And for you it was full of pride.