A Lover's Definition (II)

A tribute to all those that have passed before me
A tribute for all who have fought my battles and came victorious
A loving heart that only keeps on giving
Wounded, hurt, in pain
But never letting go for what is worth fighting for
A heart that needs love
A heart asking for love
A heart misplaced in time
A heart that’s so brave, standing so tall
A heart found in misery and pain
Yet right besides it, a flower grows
A shining hope that feeds it continuously without the need for anyone
A soul carrying so much
A soul so pure it seems so surreal
A soul made of light
A soul needing more
A soul so seldom broken
A fighter with a spear, an arrow but no shield
Fearless, faithful and almighty
Not fitting into the world’s minute skies and galaxies
Not coping with all the darkness
But breaking the way into a new world
With only a ray of light
So strong, so enormous, so gentle, so sweet
No being can comprehend
No being can fight
Some fear, some love, but non hate
Enemies bow to
Alliances care for
Lovers die for
A king in every form
For all who has met the light
Can never forget it
Can never live a day without it
Without thinking of it
Wondering about it
Wishing for it
Needing it
Praying to have it
Can not ever see it
But only wish to feel it for all eternity
But non do
Only one heart can embrace it
Only one can love it
Only one can be with it
Can try rise to its level
Can try to be as divine as it
Only one heart can grow beautiful as it
Only one heart can see it
Only one can glow because of it
Only one can matter to it
Only one can not exist without it
That is the one that will never let that light go
Can not let a day pass without mentioning its name over and over in front of the cosmos
Establishing the fact that that light has all its affection and its devotion
And all its being under its command
And that light is exclusive to that particular heart
For no one can replace none of them
Different as the fingers on one’s hand
But fitting like a glove on it
Going along like no other
One can try on different gloves
However, only that glove perfectly fits
No other will match every curve on that hand
Every point, every inch
Even the colour
No other glove will ever fit as perfectly as it
No other heart will love that light as much or as close

& M.A.S.* you are the light of my heart.. <3

Questions I'll Never Have Answers to..

What can I do?
How should I act?
Why should I bother?
Why do people always ask the same God damn things over & over?
Why do they think it’s easy?
Why should they think it’s hard?
Why do we keep going back to the way we were in the past?
Is the only thing on our mind is the past?
Why is it this way?
Is life just another fairytale to end?
Is a human soul so easy manipulated?
Is it that simple to sell it out?
Is it fun to use others?
Is it just another way of losing one’s self so that we won’t feel anymore?
Am I alone in this world?
Will I always be?
Will I meet you again in hopes of falling in love all over again with you?
Will I accept you?
Will we agree?
Will we last?
Will you break my heart again?
Will your soul be a source excruciating pain?
Will it be my silver lining?
Will it be my comfort & pride?
Will it be another way of disgrace & humiliation to me?
Will you leave me for someone?
Will you leave me for me?
Will you leave me for the world?
Will you leave me for your life before me?
Will you leave me because someone says so?
Will you leave me in an unknown place where you have domination over me?
Will you leave me out in the blistering cold naked?
Will you cover me up with something?
Will you leave me in front of the world humiliating me?
Will you leave me in discrete afraid of people’s tongues saying something to hurt your pride?
Will hurt me?
Will you hurt me again like the times before, the ones I said & the ones I’ve hidden?
Will you break my heart again?
Will you kill my soul?
Will you murder my dreams?
Will I let you?
Will I let you feel free to roam in my heart & soul destroying what I have left?
Will you kill me with cold blood & cover up your crime with your name, reputation & pride?
Will you just defeat the strongest rebel single handed in secret behind her back?
Will you stab or shot me?
How many times?
Is it for the times I hurt you?
Is it for the times you felt guilty for being with me?
What is it for then?
Will I fall in love with another man that will make me forget you?
Will this new man satisfy more than you ever did?
Will he be less capable of pleasing me sexually but astonishingly phenomenal emotionally?
Will I strive for sexual pleasure?
Will I go on a shopping spree for a man who will love me for me, for my truth, for my past, for my future actions, for my situations with the people closest?
Will I find a man able to love me more than you ever did?
Will I not find him although he exists?
Will he not accept me?
Will I not be inviting for the growing bitterness you left me with is unbearable so I will forever hold a grudge against you?
Will I be handing on to your memory, comparing you to the next seeing that’s better at being by my side in the most difficult of times than you?
Will I never fall in love again?
Will I always be as bitter?
Will I end up dedicated to my job only?
Will I be a mother of three?
Will I not see past my sweet sixteen, perhaps not after my high school graduation or even now past this moment?
Will I see the twenties I never believed to exist?
Will I even see my children if any?
Will I change my determined decision of not having any children in the future?
Will I believe in other values than the ones I have?
Will people recognise me after my change is complete?
Will they know it’s the more improved version of me?
Will this transformation be complete when I leave this country?
Will it be when I leave next year?
Will it be when I show the people I live with who I really am?Will shock you?
Will it amaze you?
Will it please some & disapprove others?
Will I become an alcoholic, drug addict chain smoking prostitute?
Will I become an escort?
Will I have you as a client?
Will I become a Saint?
Will I please myself or my family?Will I be more of myself or will I be just another replica of my pain & anger you caused?
Will I be killed, murdered?
Will I die of old age?
Will I die of a disease?
Will I suffer when it happens?
Will I be free?
Will I go to heaven or hell?
Will I become a soft lady?
Will I become a tough ass bitch from the streets of Queens?
Will I become a foxy vixen?
Will I become promiscuous?
Will I turn gothic, in closing myself in a shell of regret?
Will I always blame myself for what happened 10 years ago, soon to become 11?
Will I turn it into a source of power & strength?
Will it become my salvation?
Will it become the only way to drag me down if all else fails?
Will it force me into a life of solitude?
Will my past come back to hunt me?
Will it aim at me alone?Will it hunt down the ones I love the most, if any only to destroy their lives?
Will I fight it?
Will I run?
Should I answer these questions on by one?
Should I even try?
Should I bother answering what I’ll never know?

Time..

Tonight I lay in my bed wandering into space
Just staring towards the ceiling
Imagining what might happen in the next few hours
The everlasting hours which never seem to diminish?
Waiting for the seconds & minutes to join together in a unique union which cause another element of time to be born; hours
Those hours are very delicate
They hold the fate of billions
The sudden changes in life
& might even hold the secrets of life that God has hidden beneath its dream of reality
In those few hours
A plague might occur
A sudden eclipse might happen without any scientist’s knowledge
A meteor shower might fall in front of the sight of a million lovers just gazing into the sky, hoping to end such a beautiful day in a magnificent way
Who knows what else?
The fate of all humanity might change in a split second; caused by the inauspicious decision of elderly men that have nothing to lose, only to watch the burial of their beloved sons
Hours are so magical & more unsuspected than what people usually think
It runs like the wind sometimes
However, at others it might move so slow that a person can feels each second passing through his body
Inch by inch
Passing like a blade that scars his heart & soul
They scar with no regrets
They scar with sheer & utter madness without going back
Shatter the lover’s soul when the other refuses to continue & needs TIME to think
Closes the door of opportunity for some who have tried to reach their big-shot interview on time but alas end up being kicked out on the grounds of unable to keep TIME
Time, time, time
What’s funny enough is that if you think about it you can’t actually live without it
It organizes all life
Even the lives of those who are too lazy or don’t give a damn about what to do with their wicked lives
Time controls every aspect of our lives
How many times in your plain daily life do you say the word TIME?
Have you ever noticed that it’s the center of our conversation on some important event, & you leave thinking ‘Thank God for the existence of TIME, because I would have died from their superficial talks & 1st grade discussions’

A Lover's Definition (I)

I’ve reached to a point in my life were I’m tired of following the thing that is most desired by everyone,
The thing that makes people go far & wide in search of it,
The thing that makes one create new numerous metamorphoses to fit into its requirements,
The thing that all those who have it indulge in it & treasure it,
The thing that all those who have lost it miss it & desire it,
The thing that should be the bases of a few things in life but ends up to be the destroyer rather than creator,
What it is, you may ask,
What can be so beautiful yet lethal?
What can make or break you?
What can possess a power over the masses, in such a way that it becomes the world’s most deadly weapon of all time?
What can be defining our lives in such a way that is quite astonishing to all those who abandon it in search of a greater well?
What can change the fate of many?
What can be so joyful yet so sad?
What can be all those things & more?
What could it be other than LOVE..

Love is more than just a feeling shared by two,
It’s a passion,
It’s an obsession,
It’s a means of life,
It’s a treasure desired by all & feared by none,
It’s an indulgence that triggers all your senses in such a way that one can’t help but claim possession of it,
It’s a stimulant that keeps you wide awake,
Alert for all those who come near your ‘’Lover’’…

What does that mean anyway?
‘’LOVER’’?
Someone to have & to hold,
Someone to make your life a bit more colourful,
Someone to take you high whenever you’re down,
Someone to carry you in between his arms & hold you so close that once you’ve touched his chest, you feel his heart beating in a way that reminds you of home,
Someone that makes you fly whenever you you’re down, whenever the world knocks you down, he lifts you up into the skies above,
Someone to share your heart, your soul, your love, your life, you achievements, your accomplishments, your happiness, your sadness, your everything,
Someone you can count on.
Someone you can turn to whenever you feel scared, whenever you feel alone,
Someone you can go different heights with,
Someone you can count & relay on, that whenever you need someone he’s there, whenever you’re on your own in the streets of life alone without any allays,
Someone who can make you happy when you’re sad,
Someone to be your heart & soul..

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