It was never about the world being too big, it was more like she was too much for the world to handle.
Maybe I hope too much. Maybe I dream too much or maybe I love too much to just give up on you.
I think i should get love inked on my skin. Maybe that's the only way i am destined to keep it.
A masculine man wears his attitude. He is as much comfortable wearing three piece suits as he is in wearing ripped torn jeans. He does not chase love, women, or power. He gets them anyhow. He would never ever give up his masculinity for anyone or anything in his life. He lives by his ideals that are tattooed to his soul. He does not believe in leading a comfortable life with luxuries. Rather he works hard to achieve his goals in life. He lives raw. He wanders often. And his life story becomes a testament to his masculinity!
Brahma and Airavata Long ago in lands of golden sand Brahma turned to Saraswati and gently kissed her inked hand....
You’re not a bad person, you’re just a little bit different and I’m a sucker for that.
She wildly burned for the one she loved and he stood there watching, hoping he too would catch a blaze from the violence stirring in her heart.
Maybe love was meant to save us from ourselves.
I need you because I know I deserve you but let me fall in love with you one last time before I let go. So I can remember the beautiful imperfection that rattled my bones.
But dear, don’t be afraid of love it’s only magic.
She needed the chaos within her in order to discover the extraordinary no man could ever reach.
Its dark and I’m reading my scars because our moments remind me of where I should be.
I know how you feel because I’ve been there too. I’ve hated and I’ve loved. I’ve seen my demons root and crawl and my angels branch and soar. I've died within myself and lived a thousand different lives. I too fight the same war and I too am drowning in the puddles of self-consciousness this world created.
At the end of the day I went to this place where your memories left footsteps on my skin and the breath of your touch stained my desire. Yea, it was one of those nights where I needed you the most.
With all honesty, somewhere between the hello and the dreams I saw you in I fell in love.
She wasn't broken. She was just bent, over the chance of being ignored by the one she loved.
How could I live above the water or breathe under it. How could I swim in darkness consumed in an ocean of you? Falling or flying towards you, losing or finding myself in you and beauty was never the word to catch all that you are. For now I know the means of the infinite and it all starts and ends with you.
Suddenly I remembered that laugh, it told a different story, our story.
Maybe what this is. What we have, is something that will save us from ourselves.
I kept loving and loving and loving. Every waking hour, I marveled on how these moments would make made me feel. I wanted to love the world and be the change it so deliciously craved.