Crushed+Torn+Broken+Hurt

I thought i saw you that day,

walking down the alley,

with a smile on your face,

holding her by the waist,

walking slow,

in the moonlight,

the light falling on your handsome face,

looking into her eyes,

mumbling cheesy lines in her ears,

she looked like she could'nt resist your charm,

she looked happy,

she looked like she was loved,

is she your new target,


you rapist?

into the wild.

I lose myself in the depth of your eyes.
Your eyes.
Your eyes.
Telling only lies.

into the wild.
into the wild.
where we can lose ourselves.
Not in lies, but each other.

Come away with me love...

Bunny Rabbit: horny/cute/memory

This one's for you P (yeah, you!). Read carefully, it may be corny, but this really IS how i feel...


I wish it wasnt this way.
I wish i could feel you. One last time.
Before i let you go.
Before you fade away from the crevices of mind.
Before you turn to dust.
Before you forget our tryst with love and longing. One random winter evening.

I remember it like it was yesterday.
Your heartbeat at par with mine.
Your lips on my neck.
Your lingering hands.
Lust overpowering us.
The warmth of your body.
Against my skin.
That tingling sensation.
The mating of tongues.
Hands.
Minds.
Beliefs.
The conjugation of two spirits.
A solitary kiss which lead to nothing.
You and me. Aganist the whole world.
Erection. Anticipation. Paradise Lost.
Deeds done, but never forgotten.
Waste of time?


You.
You've got me tangled.
You make me feel cheap.
You make me feel like a whore.
You make me afraid. Of myself.
You make me insecure.
You make me look foolish.
You leave me disoriented.
You left me wanting for more.

Words can never make up for kisses lost.
Words can never make up for the time we wasted.

I dont belong to you.
I can never be your's.
You can never be mine.


Erasing the memory is not the solution. Cherishing is.
I like you.
Blah-ed out Kinky Bitch!
:X

As Told By Ginger

When i was a kid, i used to religiously watch this television show on nickelodeon called 'As Told By Ginger', about an orange-haired adolescent girl, Ginger Foutley, who's daily triumphs and defeats, no matter how mundane,were recorded in her journal.

She was a 7th grader, trying to find her place in school along with three of her best friends. It showed the gradual transformation of feelings of friendship to love, bringing back the innocence that is no longer associated with love.
It dealt with what it was like to live in a small town where everything was just about average...Ginger's longing for a father who she never really had. ..The love-hate relationship with her brother and the beautiful mother-daughter bonding that she shared with her mother.
It didnt preach. It didnt go overboard with the emotions that the characters experienced. It was so real that it still gives me goosebumps.

What fascinated me was the fact how much I could relate to her, although we had pretty much nothing in common. I remember getting emotional at the end of every episode. They seemed so real. They seemed to have been made especially for me. They made me cry. They made me laugh. They gave me hope.

Ginger made me believe that I could achieve everything and that nothing was impossible. She taught me to be strong and not let the world bring me down. She showed me that there was always light at the end of the tunnel. She made sadness seem like a perfectly normal emotion to experience.
But all this while,I never really realised how deep the show actually was , maybe because i was too young to do so....

But now i realise what the makers had in mind when they gave birth to her, Miss Ginger Foutley, they wanted every girl to look up to her, they wanted every girl to want to be her friend, but more importantly, they wanted every girl to find the Ginger Foutley that lay hiding inside them!

I love you Ginger.
I am you.
You are me.