Friday, September 02, 2005

being a diligent science student, my brain matter jus construed an idea. the workings of the heart are much similar to the principles of energy conservation: They are neither created or destroyed, they jus are dissipitated to different forms. im tired. im tired of being treated the way i am. Dun come into my life when u dun intend to stay. i cry much easily these days. i get much irritated as well. it pisses me off. it undermines my strength of character, the one that ive always prided myself on. Im sick n tired of the way the world works. they way men treat women in particular. dun fool w me when ure gurlfrend is the most gorgeous participant on MS VASANTHAM. dun tell me u need my pix to masturbate. dun say u love me when u cant get over ur ex. dun leave me hanging in "undefined" relationships. dun tell me u love me when u know i can never get over u n neither cld i ever have you. it makes things jus so much worse. dun ask me if ive gotten over you. i tell myself millions of reasons, but it just brings me to the same pl i started frm. women get over their feelings writing journels, or so research claims. my life-im trying to carve smthng for myslf without being embroiled in relationship turmoils but they juz keep getting me tangled.

harshi
and so her story is told@ 9:23 AM
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nymphomaniac bitches
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Sometimes I love you, sometimes i hate you, but everything i do, is only to get tangled up in you




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My angel
My angel is as perfect as heaven
She is as fiesty as hell
but she is from neither
more precious than any diamond gold and silver
she is weaned by Mother Earth tender

My angel's the colour of sand
With rings of locks that cascade
Frames her lovely smile with which
My heart she takes
Her face as beautiful as dawn
Habours the innocence of a doe-eyed fawn
Big dark eyes that implore
She moves like autumn leaves in fall

My angel's needs no halo
When from inside she glows
The sweetest thing is what she is
Words cant express the way i feel
When you think of her
You think of rainbows
She ignites your soul from deep below

My angel
My past, My future
My ups, My downs
My smiles, My frowns
My all, My everything
When i think of love
I think of you

Thank you- harshini..
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