Missing 'U' is like: Missing 'I' in your life

Missing yo_ is like missing part of my l_fe.Then the pain i feel felt like the edge of a knife.Mixed composer in my head, missing yo_ makes me wish i was dead.When i lay my head down on one side of the bed, missing yo_ made me wish yo_ were here instead.Sitting in my bed not able to sleep images of missing yo_ made me not want to eat.Shiverless cries for me to hear your voice, crying seemed to be the only choice.Simply because missing yo_ is like missing 'I' in your l_fe.My l_fe has no meaning if you're not in it, it began with yo_ so shall it finish.You're the half that makes me whole finding yo_: is like finding gold.My l_fe is like a cage meant to be kept with someone in it; my heart says that you're the only one to fill it.

JUST BECAUSE MISSING YO_: IS LIKE MISSING 'I' IN YOUR L_FE! 

i am disappointed

I am disappointed. I'd seen a change and had felt we'd turned a corner, leaving the hurt and pain behind us. But now I know. Your smile, your joking, your statements tell me we were on the same wavelength - even finishing each others sentences. All of it was an act. I'd felt hope and concern returning to my heart, and even felt relief that maybe things had changed for the better. I'd even dared to invest myself again. I got a poor return. But then, I'm not so surprised you know, it all seems familiar and just as uncomfortable. I'd held my breath through it all, waiting for the other shoe to fall. And now it has. So why worry now? I am disappointed. I am not surprised.

Disappointed in myself….

Trapped inside my own confusion Letting into the devil’s persuasion Heading in the path I will regret Always listening to myself with fret And not knowing how to stop it My body has been thrown into a pit The gloom here is quiet and hurtful To myself and those around me Damn I feel awful I feel miserable, I see it all blurry I am disappointed in myself Can’t stop the cycle of perplexity Wonder when I’ll wise up and proceed choicely

Piano

My soul is the piano, his words are the keys.
Together we compose, the best of symphonies.

How my soul replays his words of the day.
Like a composer writing a play.

I hear the music, as he strikes a key.
an orchestra, is what I see.

Two soul that share a common ground.
a friendship they have found.

What is a piano, without the player.
It's like a soul, without a desire.

It sits alone in the dark, 
waiting for someone to light a spark.

A hope or a desire, 
waiting for someone to inspire.

To play a song of the heart, 
a song of two souls that will never depart.

My Life Starts Now

For all the years in which I've felt, 
Such loss, Such saddness, Such Grief, Such Hurt, 
You have come and swept that all away.
For in my heart, there you are.

My beautiful prince, 
You swept that hurt away.
My face which i always held low, 
Is now replaced with a permenant smile.

That my dear is because of you.

I thank you for being there
I thank you for being you
I thank you for coping with me! 

Most of all....

I thank you for saving my life.

;)

Life isn't about crying and walking slowly in the rain, its about dancing and make the strom pass faster. (:

I don't believe that true love means letting go. Because true love means loving more than enough that you would NEVER even think of leaving at all.?

Just like people in the world needs the sun to shine their days, I need you to shine my life ?


Sometimes you have to let your heart lead you even if it's leading you to a place you never planned to be in.

You're the only one that I want, the only one that I need, the only one that I wanna spent my life with. ?

You're like a rainbow, in this world of no color. You're the only one that I see that make my life beautiful ?

Love is when the Happiness of the other Person is worth Everything. How can I act like I don’t love you when you unlocked the door to my Heart, went in and won’t leave? The conquest of love is by far the Hardest that any human should encounter.

Today is a new day ! Smile like you never smiled before. ;]

What is love???

“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.”

-St. Augustine”