wanting

I would far prefer to be in someone's arms than just in their head.

It wasn't the sort of kiss I'd had with him before, hungry, wanting, desperate. It wasn't the sort of kiss I'd had with anyone before. This kiss was so soft that it was like a memory of a kiss, so careful on my lips that it was like someone running his fingers along them.

Always wanting another man than your own.

Everyone wanted what she couldn't have.

There are greater things than want and lust, Nerissa," he whispered. "I can't afford those things.

In the silence of night I have often wished for just a few words of love from one man, rather than the applause of thousands of people.

who did I think we were.who did I thinkI could make you.this is the oldest mistake,to confuse wantingwith magic. silence is the undoingof every spell, and we are expertsin the unsaid. even now, I forgetto put us in past tense. as ifthe air in this city were the same.as if love is anything like its speaking.

Life shows us all colours, some bright and some shades of grey,Some accept with a smile, while some frown in every wayThoughts and memories never end but life does one day.Whole age passes by in wait of that old time to return,But those old days once gone, will never come back again,Rather we can just cherish them in the memories that burn,In the back of our mind and make us remember,How we used to be so crazy,In those old days_

A feeling struck me one fine day that people call __ove_,Before that my life was empty, all I had was loneliness and sorrow_I loved the way it felt being with him, for I felt up above,Now everything was complete and nothing remained hollow_That person who cupid made me fall for, was a God descended from heavens,I loved him with all I had, a true heart and a pure soul_I thought I achieved the meaning of life, never did I felt so glad,But when he left me amidst a chaos, I had no one with me to console_I cried, it hurt, I wept and screamed, everyone called me __ad_,And still I wonder if in my life, that actually was his role_But a string still binds me to my past of untold vow,Some unsaid promises that linger between us even now,Although I don__ know where he went after that fateful day_I still try to convince myself every day, I know how,Each moment has been tough, each day a new challenge_Each hour passed as if it was my heart that always allowed,One more day to live without him, one more day to cherish_One more day to spend without the love of my life somehow,But he doesn__ know that one day, the girl herself would perish_Who loved him and lived each day of her life in his wait,For the man who never returned, for the man who wasn__ in her fate_

Loving you is no more a beautiful memory, but now just a pain,I cry and weep every time I walk down the memory lane,Your love always completed me in every sense as a whole,But now it__ just emptiness and sorrow in my heart that drains,Of all the people in the world, you choose me to be hurt,Of all the hearts in the world, you choose mine to break_Why did you leave me I ask myself every morning and dawn?Why my love was incomplete tell me why you were gone?A silence surrounds my heart and fills it again with despair,Oh this pain is just too much, and the damage beyond repair,Please come back baby, just come back and bring that old smile,Or just come to see me every once in a while,So my heart no more bleeds, and no more my soul aches,So I can be peaceful after my death, in my ashes and burnt flakes_

You have to be selfish with who you are to stop wanting in your relationship with yourself.

It__ a funny thing, one day you__e living and the next day you__e not sometimes, whether you have plans or not. Wishes and wants get trumped by the reaper every time. I don__ even know if I would want a warning if it was my time. I think I__ rather be surprised.

My past lives alone. That's why my loneliness wants to live in the past

I wanted to shout down to him, to warn him that he was giving flowers to a monster, but I did not.

Did they love me? The question is beside the point, somehow. Certainly they each spoiled me, mainly by giving me the false impression that I was entitled to attention nearly all the the time. They played. THEY were like children, if you consider that one of the things about being a child is that you are a parasite of sorts and have to brazen out self-righteously. I want. They were good at wanting and I shared much more common ground with them than with my mother when I was three or four years old.

Did you think I'd only want you once? Oh, my, you are more naïve than I thought. Why would I go through so much trouble for a mere tryst? Does a man ride a stallion but one time before condemning it to the abattoir?

The whole of my life I have relied on my beauty first, brains second. It was expected, even requested. But You saw right through me from the start. You are the only man I've ever known who has looked beyond my face and wanted to know me for me. And I find myself wanting you to know the whole me.

You have to know what you want to ever be able to have it.