All I want is to trace his charming profile—from his Greek shaped nose to his tempting red lips down to the stubble on his chin.
I’m guessing his nose as tall as his pride is a bit oily, lips as rough as his attitude, and the stubble is just the right amount of smart and sexy.
The trouble is if I’m going to meet him. For, right now, he only lives in my dreams.
Daily Post’s The Power of Touch. [Photo]
Not friends, not enemies, just some strangers with some memories.
Every time I cut, color, or change the style of my hair, this particular man comes out of his house right when I’m about to pass the way. That particular man is my friend, or rather, was my friend. Coz now, we’re strangers. And I’m not sure whether that’s a good thing or not. What I’m sure of, however, is that it’s really brave of me to share and publish this now. The first time I talked about someone so obviously (yes, it’s already obvious for me) that he would know it’s him. If only he reads this. Which I hope not.
Speaking of brave, I think it’s fair enough for girls to say that donating 8 inches of our hair for the benefit of children with cancer is a brave (and kind) thing to do. Which I did earlier, which prompt me to write this post. Now my hair falls right exactly at my collar bone. And I have to deal with it.
Like how I have to deal with what’s going on in my life right now, and all the drama hidden behind my eyes. I have to iron it out and at least straighten some of the curls. But there will be days when you just want to leave them be and be free. From all the heat and chemicals surrounding it. I hope the time comes when I have to worry less, if not anymore, and live life the way I want it to be.
Writing 101’s Task: Hook ’em with a quote.
P.S. Sorry I didn’t elaborate on the quote and my story. It just hurts so bad. Of course, I’m kidding. Also, the last paragraph speaks true for both my hair and my life. Maybe it also rings true to you. ☼
She was not the first
girl to come over me
and then buy us a drink.
But you see, I liked her
right away.
She was a smart woman
with an enchanting beauty
unlike most girls I meet.
You know, we were in love
way, way back.
But then behind her lovely eyes,
a wicked mind and a greedy heart
reside.
I dived deep into her wilderness
trying to bring her soul back to the
surface.
But little did I know she was a great
swimmer and before I realized, I was
drowning.
She was the only person
who treated me like a cat
when I was actually a tiger.
But you see, I will remember
her, forever.
Daily Post’s writing prompt Brilliant Disguise.
To illustrate a lady
weeping through a canvas
with sorrow on her eyes
and her heart on the ground.
To draw the man I saw
on the cafe last Thursday
with his lovely profile
and the rare fashion style.
To sketch the judgments
of my unintelligent mind
along with the frail soul
in a body that will expire.
To paint those feelings
indefinable and abstract
with colors you will desire
and emotions that can fly.
To leave you hanging
on a room filled with aliens
gazing into my grand works
while realizing you never tried.
This is in response to the Daily Post’s writing prompt Practice Makes Perfect?.
Bittersweet Sensations 