THE GIRL WAS BAD. THE GIRL WAS DANGEROUS

The way she came into the place, I knew right then and there, There was something different, About this girl, The way she moved, Her hair, her face, her lines, Divinity in motion, As she stalked the room, The girl was persuasive,

THE kiss of this girl was a Drop as a honeycomb And her mouth was Smoother than oil, The Innocence in her eyes were that of a child, her gaze made me tell the truth, her touch was silk, her hair smelled like the morning dew, But her inner spirit and words Were as sharp as A two edged sword But I loved it, when she touched my hand for the first time I wanted nothing more than to hold it for ever

She stood by me, she made me saw the truth she brought joy to my life, The joy which was never ever there for me, made my every dream come true,

she was my strength when I was weak, she was my voice when I couldn’t speak, She saw the best there was in me, lifted me when i could not reach, she made me believe in god, faith i believed because i had faith in her, she was my eyes when I could not see. I was everything that I was because she loved me. That was what I thought

Wings that made me fly, hand that could touch the sky, faith returned back which i had lost .I stood tall when she stood next to me. with her no star was ever out of my reach. My world was a better place because of her, Her lies no matter what, were the truth. THIS WAS THAT GIRL

BUT

When a man loves a woman you cannot keep your mind on nothing else, a man will trade the world for the good thing that he has found. Even if the girl is bad he cannot see it,

When a man is in love he would turn his back on his friends, comforts thrown away, sleep lost, sleep in the rain,

But When a Man deeply loves a woman, she can bring in a misery of biblical proportions if she is playing him for a fool, because he will be the last one to know as LOVE IS BLIND

I never knew but I was Walking the line, Come go with me I said, Talk on the phone and cried, and there she was gone LOOKING FOR A ANOTHER FAIRY TALE, LOOKING FOR A ANOTHER BEAST FOR THE BEAUTY SHE WAS, LOOKING FOR THE PRINCE CHARMING ON THE WHITE HORSE, And left me standing alone, and than  it is rightly said

A wicked way to hurt the heart of someone who loves you, is when you take advantage of their love with lies and deception,

SO SHE WAS THIS GIRL, THE GIRL WHO WAS EVERYTHING TO ME, BUT NOW SHE IS THE GIRL

I CANNOT TRUST, THE GIRL NO ONE CAN TRUST, THE GIRL WAS BAD, THE GIRL WAS DANGEROUS.

 

Harsh words & violent blows

                                                

Harsh words & violent blows, Hidden secrets Nobody Know

Eyes are open, hands are fisted
Deep inside I’m warped and twisted
So many tricks and so many lies
Too many whens and too many whys
Nobody’s special, nobody’s gifted
I’m just me, warped and twisted

 
Sleeping awake & choking on a dream
Listening loudly to a silent scream
Call my mind, the number’s unlisted
Lost in someone so warped and twisted

On my knees, alive but dead
Look at the invisible blood I’ve bled
I’m almost gone, my mind has drifted
Don’t expect much, I’m warped and twisted
Burnt out, wasted, sad, and hollow
Today’s just yesterday’s tomorrow
The sun died out, the ashes sifted
I’m still here, warped and twisted

 

So Ok Me And My Friends Are Crazy..So here is For the Crazy One’s

Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers.

The square pegs in round holes. The ones who see things differently.

They aren’t fond of rules, and they have no respect for status quota. You can quote us , disagree with us, glorify or vilify us, but the one thing you can’t do is ignore us  because we change things. we  push the human race forward and while some see us crazy ones – we see ourselves genius “ So you don’t agreee…balls to you , because the ones who are crazy enough to think that can change the world, are the ones that do….Don’t believe me ….Take your old history book and read it…

 

You’ll just never know…so many emotions I choose not to show..

Why  underestimate the pain of a person because the truth is everyone is struggling.  It’s just some people hide it better than others.  Some people are good at faking it . I could go on with my day and act like everything is okay.  But as my life goes on it hurts more in every way.

Just because my  eyes don’t tear doesn’t mean my  heart doesn’t cry.  And just because I  come off strong, doesn’t mean there’s nothing wrong. May be it is a façade that helps me in disguising the pain that travels along with me an a day to day basis 24  by 7,

I have come across many people who say they know me, they know what kind of person I am and that they can understand be better than others.

Do you know what it’s like to be me?  Go through something not everyone can see?  Do you know what it’s like to walk in my shoes?  Please stop judging me simply cause I’m not you.

People who have lived me all the time have not understood me so take the shit somewhere else because no one know me…

The thought has always struck me , in case I was not pretending to be happy I might have been happy , but than that is a mirage.