Underneath the Waves

The stars beneath the sky, they tell me you're a secret,
And every time, i wake up in the morning,
Rain is falling down on me. i feel free. . .

You caught me by surprise, i asked you to believed me,
Without a lie, we'll never have to say or feel were sorry,
Don't say you're sorry, soon you'll see. . .

I'm learning, i'm learning you now. . .
Stars fading, free falling into you. . .

This time i'm sure what i'm looking for,
And that's what i want you to know,
And i won't ever let you go, let you go . .

Underneath the waves,
I can feel you underneath the waves. . .

I'm learning, i'm learning you now. . .
Stars fading, free falling into you. . .

This time i'm sure what i'm looking for,
And that's what i want you to know,
And i won't ever let you go, let you go . .

It's all been said and done to me, i know it,
Just let me have a chance, to prove my cause,
And i know what lies ahead for us,
In any road i'll let you come my way. . .

This time i'm sure what i'm looking for,
And that's what i want you to know,
And i won't ever let you go, let you go. . .

And i'm ready for you now,
And i'm ready for you now,
Be ready for me now,
Be ready for me now. . .

complexities

“An old man turned ninety eight, won the lottery and died the next day…”

I am but an irony.

I love sunshine but I long for the rain.

I feel comfortable with my flip- flops but I’d rather go out with my sneakers on.

I yearn for the stillness of the night but the day’s vivacity makes me feel alive.

I love to paint yet I am not really good at it. *oh yeah, I’m a frustrated painter*

I’m vain yet at times I don’t care if I look odd or something.

I can be tough but I’m fragile.

I like taking risks but I’d rather play safe sometimes.

I long to write but now I suddenly feel the need to stop.

Yet one thing’s certain: I am happy.

But with me, even the most definite things tend to be vague.

….endless sarcasms to talk about.


"...isn't it ironic?"

stripes fever

my prince and i. yeah right, in my dreams. haha:)

"And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."--- Anais Nin





second day of february.