These may be my last !

It's not fair
I'm always left to writing
all that you need to hear
I have said too much already
My minimum hurricane
And that's not fair

A newer trick I need to device
of separating the pain yet maintain
The sanity of being you and being me
somehow my heart messes with my head
And everything inside unthreads

If the past has passed, then let it be...
The past no longer bothers me...
I've picked up the pieces, for now i leave
I am the future, I am the one

As I loose my sense - of wrong and right
It wasn't easy no it aint
But this I know I am for sure
No more I am a mess by someone before!

Rantings of the heart!

'Tis funny how some of us find ourselves having to surf the tides of love .... finding that one particular feeling for someone is hard enough but when you finally do... your lucky if it is reciprocated however if it is not then God help because the pain that it brings on some of us lesser immortals is like as if someone has run a 100 nails through your heart and you know your heart inside is squealing but there's not a sound you wanna make for somehow you find comfort in the pain that there already is.

The feeling gets nostalgic worse when you remember you've looked deep into their eyes and in a moment of time you knew you were together and both your hearts had taken a giant leap ,a rush you experience when you jump off a cliff and you knew amidst everyone around you, you had your own private getaway only to be left stranded to figure out the rest of it when your told it's only you who has been seeing things.