Sunday, 2 October 2011


It lies in all of us..
And though will stir...
Open its jaws, and howl.

Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief.

It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank...
Without passion, we'd be truly dead.

You're not friends. You will never be friends. You will be in love till it kills u both. You will fight & you will shag.. & you will hate each other till it makes u quiver, but you will never be friends. Love isn't brains, children, it's blood...blood screaming inside u to work its will. I may be loved a scoundrel, but at least I'm woman enough to admit it..

1 comment:

  1. Glad to see another creative piece from your mind and heart.