30/11/2010

MARRY ME.

MARRY ME.




As a child, I always knew what I wanted to be: a poet or a serial killer.


Both used the same ammunitions, while the poet kills with words,


The assassin used a bullet but at the end, both listen the whispers of their emotions, feelings to terminate their anguish.


MARRY ME...


As a teenager, I wanted to be a saint or a whore. Both used the same trick, one sell his soul, the other one sell his flesh but at the end, each ones is searching to escape.


MARRY ME...


As an adult, I wanted to be a cobra or a lethal rose. Both used their beauty.


One will dance, his stare hypnotise you to inject his lethal venom, and the other one will always prick your heart to piece.


MARRY ME…


These days, I dream and wish to be love and to love, I dream of the man pressing his lips again mine and wish the sweetest kiss of a lady.


Because at the end of the day, we are all sexual being…




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5 comments:

  1. TO WISH INPOSSIBLE THINGS SOMETIMES HAPPEN...
    NEVER SAY FOUNTAIN, I SHALL NOT DRINK OF YOUR WATER.

    dedicated to D.W.

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  2. just as beautiful as the first time I read it :)

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  3. Love is the greatest of gifts, and we ache so much if we never receive it. The pain is worse, though, if we find it, and then have it snatched away.

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  4. P S

    I'm glad you didn't become a serial killer! A poet is a much better choice.

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  5. William,love is indeed the greastest of all so embrace it and keep positive, i know the hurt it bring but i value more to lived and experienced it and spend a life time rejecting it cos i was hurt once, u must work on that one with me, cos u no fool;)))

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