♥♪ჱL!fe Through My Eyes♥♪ჱ

Just because you offer to pay the bills, It doesn’t mean you’re doing anything great. Just cause you offer to come pick me up, Doesn’t mean you’re being a gentleman. I don’t need your money, Nor do I want a ride in your new BMW. You can keep all that you have, Cause I’ve had enough of you. You go about yelling at every other guy who talks to me, You act like you own me. No I ain’t your Barbie doll, And you’re not being cool. You go and brag about your acts to your friends, You think that’s an achievement! Go and try that with your mum, And watch how you get kicked out of your house. No, don’t put your arms around me, No, don’t shower your gifts on me. Don’t tell me that I’m your sweetheart, Cause you don’t know the real me. Don’t tell me what not to do, Cause I’ve got a life of my own. You can go pick another girl to ride on In your new BMW! ..... With this, I'm signing off for now :) I'll be back in the end of March. Till then, take care. Hope to ...

I’ve had boys. Plenty of them. But none that lasted long. No, we never departed on a bad note. It was always mutual. The feelings just died down after a point. After parting ways, I would miss the old times, but then a new guy would enter my life and the circle continued. A smile and a couple of sweet talks - That was all it took for me to get a guy to fall for me. They all fell for my innocence. Bad boys were my attraction, and for them, an easy girl like me was an easy pick. When I say ‘bad’, I don’t mean it in a literal sense. You know, those guys with tattoos and muscles who are just laid back about everything and everything, and who go about bashing up the other guys who try to mess with their girls? The Vin Diesel kinds… Yea, that was my pick. The nastiness, the naughtiness, they pulled me in, and I gave in. But then, they knew it was all just a fling. And so did I. They all just built up my experience, and got me off my innocence. After that, we parted ways. And I let anoth...

The last time I opened up to somebody, was when I was eighteen. That was the last time I was naïve. He broke my heart, naturally. After that, I tied myself to my flowers. People around thought me weird. What difference would it make anyways? I had to earn. My father was paralyzed to the bed. My mother, dead... I hoped to see him, but he did not turn up. I kept looking around, but he was nowhere to be seen. The strawberry basket lay empty on the table, and there was no camera flashing around. People came into the shop, and they left. I searched for him in every face, I longed for him to suddenly appear with his camera. I wanted to look at him secretly while he would be lost capturing pictures. But no, he did not come, and the day passed. Is it possible to fall for a person within a span of just two days? Was it just the desperation that was building up within me, or was it something else? I don’t know.. Maybe he realized that I’m nothing but a rotten flower girl. …… Every Sunda...

The lilies.. They have always been my favourite flowers. When I was a child, my mother made tiaras out of them for me. I would wear them on my head, pretending to be a princess. But then, she left. I never saw her again. Nor did I ever wear a tiara ever again. The bell rang and he entered the shop. For once, I could not take my eyes off him. But when I realized how unkempt I looked, I took to my heels and hid behind the flowers that lay on the table. “Well, how may I help you Sir?” I asked. “Err…Can I just look around?” People came to florists to buy flowers. There was nothing to look at. “I mean, if you don’t mind. I’m a photographer actually. And, I want to click pictures of you. Sorry. Of your flowers I mean.” He looked and me and grinned. I would think that he was a stalker, but then I wouldn’t mind having some company around. “Sure.” I said, and turned away from him, before he could ask me any more questions. “Just, just don’t touch any of the flowers.” I quickly added and ...

The cold wind hits my face hard. I cling on to him, as he zooms. It’s dark. It’s cold. And I’m numb. I bury my head into his jacket, and hold on as tight as possible. Closing my eyes, with my hands inside his jacket’s pockets, I take in as much of his warmth as I could. We don’t say a word. It’s too cold to talk. When I look behind, there are no vehicles. Ahead of us, there are none either. It was just us. It was just me, with the only person I’ve ever wanted to be with. Fast driving has always given me the creeps. But sitting behind him, I wasn’t scared at all. I let him sweep me away. The moments…they were just magical! And trust me, when I say so, it really felt like that. We drive for hours. By the time we reach, I cannot move. The fog slowly starts clearing, as we climb the cliff. And when I cannot pull myself up, he lends me his hand. We stand there, on the cliff, watching the sunrise, letting the warmth reach us, and he still holds on to my hand. I wasn’t very cold any ...