Prisoner

We were young and free

Enjoying our burgeoning

You held my heart

Gently you stole it from me

I didn’t see it, I didn’t see it

Til I noticed

You took me wherever you wanted to go

Never letting me go

Now I was a prisnoner

A prisoner of your love

Your cell was the best place

I myself didn’t wanna go

I wanna be a prisoner

A prisoner of your love

We were young and free

Enjoying the spring time of our lives

You walked into my life

I didn’t see it, I didn’t see it

Til I felt you running
Running in my head

And thumping my heart so fast

You locked yourself up

Threw the key

Never leaving

Never stopped thumping my heart so fast

You were a prisoner

A prisoner of my love

I woke up one day

Still a prisoner of your love

The cell I didn’t imagine this way

Sometimes it’s cold

I laid on the ground alone

Waiting for your gentle arms

Wrapping them around me

Sometimes it’s too small

I stayed on the corner

Sharing the chamber

With two or three more

I woke up one day

Still a prisoner

Now finding the door unlocked

Hesitating, stumbling

Hesitating, crying

I myself didn’t wanna go

I wanna be a prisoner

A prisoner of your love

I woke up one day

Still a prisoner

Now finding the door unlocked

But it was still the best place

I myself didn’t wanna go

I wanna be a prisoner

A prisoner of your love

You still take me wherever you wanted to go

Still never letting me go

Told myself,

I’m in cold, I’m in crowded

Cold and crowded cell of your love

I remembered the days

We were young and free

Now, when I wake up

I remember those days

When I was still a prisoner

A prisoner in your cold, crowded cell

I should thank you

Thank you for making it cold and crowded

It led me back to freedom

Freedom I couldn’t have relished again

The juvenile is now free

Free again

Enjoying the time of my life

Enjoying the time of my life

Like never been before

Thank you for making it cold

Thank you for making it crowded

I’m now enjoying the time of my life

Enjoying the time of my life

Like never been before




Just a simple February art :-) I noticed I haven't written any poem for quite a while. I wish I were a  musician so I could arrange it myself and sing it after saying, "hit it!"

Thinking Out Loud in My Boudoir: Sweet Tooth

It’s not how much money you spend for the surprise, rather, how much of yourself you put in it.

“Which is sweeter—love or sugar?”

I chuckled upon hearing that kindergartish question. The words are fundamental and the tone innocent that it appeared witty for me.

The statement hovered in my head. I wasn’t sure why the guy asked it. What I’m sure of is it made me think like a six-year-old who just saw her crush playing with another girl along the corridor.

I thought to myself, “Love’s sweetness goes beyond the taste buds. It flows down the heart and stimulates the senses.”

The munchkin in me retorted, “Sugar is forever sweet while love sometimes gives bitterness. Touché!”

Love or sugar. Flower or chocolates. Home-cooked dinner or fancy 12-course dinner date. Massage by your bare hands or Swedish massage in a hotel.

Whatever your dominant love language is—words of affirmation, service, gifts, quality time, or physical touch—the important thing is you express your true feelings out of joy and with sincerity… fine, with real love.

Don’t worry if you’re still a student, unemployed, or just not as wealthy as the other guy. Girls, ladies, women—whatever body type we have at the moment (because we, I for one, don’t grow old, only mature with age *winks)—what matters to us is the thought and the deliberateness of actions of our significant others’ expression of love.

 

It’s not how much money you spend for the surprise, rather, how much of yourself you put in it.

Love or sugar?

Uhm, like a dark chocolate or a kiwi-strawberry smoothie, love’s bumps and dents and even heartbreaks, or the other sources of bitterness or sweet-lemonading, are what make love’s taste just right…

It's the numerous feelings, tastes, and colors that love brings and teaches that make the next moment or next romance or next relationship better tasting and vibrant. It's the quintessence your expression of love and the authenticity of your feelings still weigh more to a she-heart.

I’ll go for love. It may not be forever sweet, but it sure does not cloy your appetite and melt your icing to waste or harden your boring caramel to death.

Five sure things:

            1. Telling us the basic “thank you” “sorry” “I love you” “you are special” is a very good way to hearts. (Words)

      

           2. Surprising us with your simple personally cooked food, whatever its taste, makes you better looking. (Service)

            

            3. Grabbing anything for us on your way home, like as grand as a sachet of coffee or as fancy a hand sanitizer, is like watering our blooming hearts. (Gift)

            

           4. Sitting beside us as we watch TV, waiting for us in the salon, or accompanying in the department store—whether you’re just acting you’re awake or enjoying or cool with it or not—makes you a bodyguard, correction, a security blanket which makes us feel safe. (Time)

           

           5. Simple gestures as wrapping your arms around us while watching TV, holding our hands while crossing the street, stroking our hair to sleep just make you seem like a gentle wingless angle. (Touch)

So simple to express love, right?

Us women are particular and feely like that in varying degrees. Some of us just don’t admit it, but there is that someone inside us who still wants to feel special no matter how nagger, hysterical, dominant, snooty, nonchalant, cool, we may seem.

Besides, when you're in love you don't run out of ways to express your feelings—simple or grand—and you always feel excited, tireless, and unremitting expressing what you feel just for the other feel loved and special.

Being in love is feeling limitless.

Know the love language, you will get the right measurement of love’s sweetness in different situations and days and moods and…

We seem complicated because men give us that label, but we’re not.

We are simple. We just want “you” in it.

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Thinking Out Loud in my Boudoir is a column for some of my random thoughts that, perhaps, other ladies my age are also experiencing or thinking of—whether from same vantage point or another. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s just my own voice reverberating in my own world. I will do my best to discriminate my reason in this column, and just write spontaneously the first things and thoughts that a normal lady could think of. Just writing as I think...

Thinking Out Loud in My Boudoir: Falling in Laugh

Yet love life isn't exciting without a dash of laugh out of surprise, ounce of laugh out of amazement, and a liberal sprinkle of laugh of out joy.

It's February! It's love month!

Yes, everyday should be a love day, but February is February... A love month! Uhm, yes by tradition.

For many girls, ladies, and women, February is a special love month. (Or is it just me?)

As a grade school girl, February 14 was a special time for me to make a personalized Valentine card for my parents. The one with two stick persons holding a heart and with more small hearts above their heads.

When I was a teenager to early 20s, the entire month of Feb was just so special and the month was just really short of days for cooking special gimicks and surprises for the one I loved.

As a lady that I am now, February is still much like when I was in the immediately preceding phase, except that now is just more fine tuned in many aspects and inclusive, and of course much better.

Bottom line, whatever stage we're in, we ladies are just inherently expressive of our feelings and we love loving.

So you guys, don't be irritated or intimidated nor be indifferent. Reciprocate the actions while they last. Be surprised if your woman does nothing to make you feel loved.

Yet love life isn't exciting without a dash of laugh out of surprise, ounce of laugh out of amazement, and a liberal sprinkle of laugh of out joy.

Laugh! Be happy in the relationship you're in. Have an authentic love laugh!

Call it silly love... But for us girls it's simply love itself.

Us girls translate our overflowing joy, excitement, and "kilig" with a controlled laugh when we can no longer contain our feelings.

If you're single dear girlfriend, don't worry. After a long relationship, I'm now happily single too! Enjoying the time of my life--the positive and productive freedom and me-time I have between a relatively long relationship (past) and the real thing life-long partnership (future). Things are simply refreshing and enlightening in many ways I didn't imagine.

Despite being single, I still see February as a great month. I'm still excited to express love and surprise my loved ones.

Ladies are just naturally expressively loving. It's a girl thing (winks).

It's so easy and handy to express love when you truly love the person--family, friends, special someone.

So hey hey hey you (and me), what are you doing right there? Go and surprise your loved ones with a simple I love you note, cookies you baked, flower from your garden, what have you...

February. Forever Excited to Bestow and Refresh Unconditional Admiration and Respect with Youthfulness...

That's just how I see February should be. Expressing love... not only for your BFs or GFs, but also to those you admire and respect.

Happy February! :-)

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Thinking Out Loud in my Boudoir is a column for some of my random thoughts that, perhaps, other ladies my age are also experiencing or thinking of—whether from same vantage point or another. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s just my own voice reverberating in my own world. I will do my best to discriminate my reason in this column, and just write spontaneously the first things and thoughts that a normal lady could think of. Just writing as I think...