Gezel-Mendes blogGigi (2)     "Love Recipe" by my boyfriend to me...Posted Monday, May 05, 2008 (64 days 23 hours ago.) Viewed 9 times. I wanna write a poem about you but there is not enough of ink or paper to write what I have to say. So I'll write about what we do. Not the feelings I have for you. Seems kinda mean I know but we would die way before the ending so. Why should I try, seems kinda wrong but God told me that it would just be to long. Cause it would just keep going on and on.
But let me at least write one thing. Gezel your amazing and I'll always be by your side and to let you know I won't love you till you die. I'll love you even after I die. Thought you were gonna cry but DON'T!!!! Flowers die and angles fall out of the sky. So stay happy so we can have clear skies and especially so I can see those beautiful eyes.
So I wanted to let you know before you ask me that one thing and I say nothing like there's no feeling to say. But just know that I love you and these feelings are here to stay. But you know whats cool, all my feelings are in my middle name. So get all my feelings and mix them up like clay, heat it up, and you got love that won't ever parish away. Because love is the strongest thing God ever made and who would of knew it was made of my feeling for you mixed up like clay.
Permalink Comments (0) His namePosted Tuesday, April 29, 2008 (70 days 23 hours ago.) Viewed 5 times. His name runs through my head as if its running towards something. His name is as pure as the heaven above, as high as I can see. Each time I say his name a warm, happiness fills deep within me. His name reminds me that true love is near. His mane reminds me that he is my true love and I should not fear.
With my body shkinig with excitement, yet I'm nervous. My god what did I do to deserve him? With each moment I spend with him, the more I feel the trust. My soul is impatient for his touch, but I know I must not fuss. His name rings in my ears with a tone of an angel. A tone so memorizing it can be fatal. His name is romantic, love song. A song that I can repeat all night long.
I'm lucky to have finally found him, it was like a race I was able to win. I long for his touch ever since I can remember, I was thinking about that day... 27th of September. His name is what I love, his personality, his eyes, his smile, all thee above. His name is what drives me crazy, my mind is in a daze... that it kinda scares me. But my love for him is so strong, that nothing can make it go wrong. Everyone thinks that it's just a game, bit I knows it's real when I say his name.
This poem was to my boyfriend... Josh. <3
Permalink Comments (0) Here I lay...Posted Tuesday, April 01, 2008 (98 days 23 hours ago.) Viewed 5 times. Here I lay on a hard wooden floor. Waiting for the time where my eyes would be shut forever. But that time came very slowly for me. As time passes by I stay on that hard wooden floor, wondering what will become of me. A red puddle formed all around me and grew by the minute. Tears coming down my face in fear that he might come back. But why did he leave me here? Why not finish me? Instead of killing me fast, he let me lay here and slowly suffer. I try and look for a way to get help. Unable to move my body, I lay there. Hoping someone will hurry and save me. I yell and yell but no sound will come out of me mouth. But the puddle grows and grows with each moment I try and make. Scared for my life, I pray; I pray for my life to be saved. If I wanted to die it wouldn't be like this. Here I lay on this hard wooden floor. I think on how I got here. A few hours ago, I was in a comfy bed sound asleep. That all changed when a strange man walked into my room. Without a second for him to lose he took me over and I didn't agree to it. He took me and did something I refused to do. I struggled and struggled to get free but it was no use. By the time I realized my surroundings he had already gone. And here I lay on a hrad wooden floor. But there I was motionless, fading away. I heard the voices of the officers but I knew they wouldn't get here in time. My eyes slowly closing, I finally saw the man, the officer, who killed me... who saved me. But no will know the truth. The truth about a man who saves lives yet he took mine, an innocent girl's life.
Permalink Comments (2) SaviourPosted Monday, March 31, 2008 (99 days 23 hours ago.) Viewed 7 times. I was once a prisoner. I was trapped in a dark place all by myself. The feeling of being aloone had over come me many of times. The feeling of being unloved. I thought I would never be saved. Until one day, I heard a faint voice calling out to me from the other side of these walls. Day by day, the voice got louder and louder. My hopes and dreams came back to me and the place around me got lighter with each passing moment. I thought my saviour would never come and rescue me, but he came. He had come with warmth in his eyes and a glow on his face. He opened my heart little by little each day. Opening it more to get closer to me. My head spinning, my heart racing. I'm not sure what to expect. His face still blurry to my sights. Having eyes desiring to see who was saving me. My nerves were only making matters worse. As the walls started to amke an opening, I was scared. Is my rescuer someone who will hurt me in the future? Will I fall in love with him? What will happen once I'm free? Now freedon is something that my soul has been yearning for, yearning for as long as I've been trapped. My heart is opening up to him; wondering how the outcome of this maybe. Once I'm free there will be no stopping me from love. I lay here still trapped within these walls, awaiting for my heart to open to him. As I lay there I wonder, why him? Why does my heart open up to him? The emotins of excitement and fear run up and down my spnie. To be a prisoner for so long, it's hard to imagine what it would feel like to be free. To be able to touch someone esle. Then it happened... A hand reached out for mine. Frightened, I hesiated to grab his hand. Fear, excitement, joyful... all these feelings made me hesisate for a moment. All of a sudden, he reached futher and grabbed my hand. As he pulled my out, all the wait of pain and grief had escaped me body. I finally found myself face to face with him. I was free ! I was myself for the first time in a long time. As he looked into my eyes, his stare piecered through my heart. No one has ever looked at me like that. His touch as gentle as the wind. Wanting to be touched like that is a sin. With every breath I take; he steals it leaving me brethless. My saviour has finally come and the only feeling I felt was happiness. The emotion I felt was love. Experincing love with the man who set you free is a feeling I can't explain. This feeling is so over-whelming all I could do is smile. This is a new strat, a new beginning, a new love I haven't experienced. This guy is my hero, my protector, my love. Who knew that he can be all these things to me. He's my saviour.
Permalink Comments (1) PrisonerPosted Sunday, March 30, 2008 (100 days 16 hours ago.) Viewed 11 times. Can someone come and set me free? I'm trapped in a dark, lonely place. I know where I am but I don't know how to get out. Since I'm trapped here I have no control of my body. My emotions are wild, and they are getting out of control. I get mad, sad, happy, or crazy every other moment. It's not fair to other people, but more importantly it's not fair to me. I don't wanna be trapped within the walls of mt heart. Can someone come and rescue me? Why must I be punished? You don't understand the loneliness I have experiunce while in here. Why must I be alone? This all started when my world came crashing down; the day my heart was broken. Day by day I started to pick up the pieces of my heart. Putting them back together. For some reason, I ended up trapping myself inside.
Each moment that passes by I pound and pound againist tese walls. I scream for help but it feels like no one can hear me. I want to give up at some points but I don't; I find strength within myself and I wait. Within everyone there is a soul. My soul yearns for freedom, for someone to love, and ro recieve love in return. It feels like I'll be trapped here forever. I have screamed, "I'm sorry! Please let me out!" some many times to my heart, that all I hear is my voice echoing around me. My heart is punishing me for breaking it. Why must I be the one trapped inside? I'm the victum. Yet I get to be the prisoner in all this. I, the prisonerof my own body, a prisoner trapped within my own heart.
I want to be set free again. I want to experience love at first hand again. Not having the chance to be loved is like dying. When will my saviour come? When will I taste freedom again?
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