I'm guilty of this,
Holding on to the past,
By not letting go of the paint,
once you been hurt in the past by someone you love, you begin to feel determined to get attached to someone again, because your always thinking that someone out to get you.

The river of emotions will almost always over-run the barrage of logic.

A women is soft and gentle like a flower. Is meant to be love and touch gently . Kissed slowly, respect peacefully. A women is sweet than honey, until you pissed us the fuck off. A women is bold, an strong. A women will protect you, fight with you, an love you forever.

There more to me , than just a pretty face

A feeling is no longer the same when it comes the second time. It dies through the awareness of its return. We become tired and weary of our feelings when they come too often and last too long.

Beware of those who speak ill of others in your presence; don't be surprised of what they say about you in your absence.