mysterious
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February born makes them one of a kind
They’re bold, fearless and extremely truthful
Often telling unpleasant truth on face than a lie
They’ve great ideas, and think outside the box
She is like a fire
Beautiful and bright
Dangerous if you get too close
Yet beautiful to sight
She is like a fire
Burning and gold
Independent, determined, mischevious, and bold
How esoteric?
No one could figure this out
Mysterious and puzzling
As situations come about
The people are speaking
But, there is lots of ambiguity
Unless we remove these clouds
No one will see clearly
What is life?
Life is an adventure, a mystery, a gift
it's a beautiful thing as it changes, and shifts.
Life gives us things we don't understand
she has no mercy, she's at times out of hand.
That is life.
8:00 AM: walk into Starbucks, only a block away from the office; order the regular, extra foam.
My lover has no name,
his story has no end.
If only I knew how to think,
then I'd know where to begin.
He's so incomplete
the missing piece
from a puzzle that's been discarded.
Via Picture Frame
Picture via frame
Timelines render figures of black
Silent, swift, messy
Turn a blind eye
You wake in a daze,
unsure of your fate.
You feel afraid,
in a rather strange state.
Where am I,
you wonder aloud.
How did I get to NYC,
as you hurry through the crowd.
Instantaneous instinct in the shadows of
My yesterday; the nostalgic scent sickens me.
What used to plunge my soul in hypnosis
Is now a long-lost, hurtful memory,
A reflection in which I've built immunity
Here here, come come, I say I say Thou sullen traveler, ye irksome stray. Where forego thy errands lie,Whither thou goest over stone and under sky,To reach what destination thereby?
~Give me a glass and our eyes will do the talking
~Maybe names could be exchanged
~By midday we'll tango,five you'll be flirting, and by six you'll be my ecstasy
We act meticulous.
We think mysterious.
We walk alone.
We're never done.
We become lazy.
We get hungry.
We never cry.
We never die.
