Playing with fire, again (Prose)
I saw it in your eyes, you are hungry for a deep and long conversation. Lucky for you I'm happy to oblige.
You happily indulge with all my romantic relationships, all the history that was written all over me. Broken heart, failures, achievements and losing the battle of virginity.
I sing to you the song of my heart aches, of how I fall in and out of love to the very first person who gave me his unwavering interest as well as his undying love.
You silently watched me while my mascara ran down my face, crying and laughing at the same time.
"Let me heal your heartaches" you uttered to me with sincerity while looking in the window of my soul. With so much hesitation I responded "How would you do that? Are you going to put all the pieces together?" I never knew then that while holding out your hands for me, trying to reach me I am already falling in love with you like a lost child wanting to love, and be loved.
And I admit that is the silliest thing to do to myself, again. Why do I need to play with fire again?
I guess, I never really lose hope for new beginnings and playing with fire is what gives me so many rhapsodies, I could explode.
-jinny-
I saw it in your eyes, you are hungry for a deep and long conversation. Lucky for you I'm happy to oblige.
You happily indulge with all my romantic relationships, all the history that was written all over me. Broken heart, failures, achievements and losing the battle of virginity.
I sing to you the song of my heart aches, of how I fall in and out of love to the very first person who gave me his unwavering interest as well as his undying love.
You silently watched me while my mascara ran down my face, crying and laughing at the same time.
"Let me heal your heartaches" you uttered to me with sincerity while looking in the window of my soul. With so much hesitation I responded "How would you do that? Are you going to put all the pieces together?" I never knew then that while holding out your hands for me, trying to reach me I am already falling in love with you like a lost child wanting to love, and be loved.
And I admit that is the silliest thing to do to myself, again. Why do I need to play with fire again?
I guess, I never really lose hope for new beginnings and playing with fire is what gives me so many rhapsodies, I could explode.
-jinny-