I love you From the moment we meet With your smile that's so sweet You've made my life complete I love you Because you're one of a kind Someone that's hard to find So stop messing with my mind I love you But why are you so dense If only you'll have some sense I'll never be this tense I love you For a simple reason Will remain the same every season So notice me or I'll give you some lesson
we have a thread like this?? oh my.. as the night turn to day I can fell my heart sway.. because maybe someday I can tell you good day.. For we are separated by great distance.. can only be together for an instance.. but no matter how far you are.. we are still under the same sky..
An unfinished poem of mine: I've waited, waited for her to call, for her to say; and time was passing like gushing red, and life was wasted day and night. Timeless horror spoke itself reachind depths, itself? making waste of love, making time to pend 01.11.2014, 22:56:00
Life Why would you give me so much lemons now I have to squeeze them to eat with my bacon with every bite that I take I almost forgot about my steak only to remember I still have my cake forget it I have to watch the calories I guess I'll just eat one last cookie er.. a poem..I think.
Pouring Rain, Drip Drop It all comes down, non-stop Rolling clouds and Cracking Thunder As rain pours down Drip Drop
As sun settles to dusk The pyre burns brighter Reaching for the starry cosmos Climbing higher and higher Till dawn catches up Leaving only ash and dust
Spoiler It's like a web, strand by strand closes by. It's like a web, one but on different path. It's like a web, yeah like a web. We connected. But far from each other. I here on this end. You all there on different ends. Sometimes we lost a strand. Sometimes a new one got connected. Sometimes it's reconected. Sometimes is loat forever. Still.. one thing i know.. Your ends still empty until now. Waiting to be filled. When you back... you gonna see a thousand of strand flying to you. When you go back... you gonna see thousand scratch on it. Still... it still empty to be filled. Yeah... we sure do like a web.
She broke my heart, with little words~ But me wasn't me, if this was enough~ To stop me from comming back~ and stip this lady as well naked~
Spoiler Lovely... a lovely sight i saw on the page. Sad and happyness i felt them both dancing and turn around in my grand hall. I grab my own hand from trashing around and hold myself from letting pained howl. I miss the siliness. I miss the scold. I miss the problem. I miss it so much. Your act. Your lie. Yourself. It's etched on my memory. When will you cameback? So i pray... so i pray... Maybe i am never been a part of your life. Maybe never will. Never was. But still i pray... I will be here waiting... thingking you will be back. Hoping you will be back. We will laugh together again. We will play together again. We will messing araound again. Now i would open our past... trying to make decieve myself that you are back. You still there replying to me. You just thingking the right word to write to me. You just need time... I miss you so much... When you will be back? Let's play again... Let's play again... I miss you so much... I miss you so much... I miss you... my friend on the other side of this mirror... Itterasai... i would never say sayonara...
Such a very Clumsy attempt Sit in the corner and reflect And give a little value to your life 'cause you might end up with a knife
My blood it burns with desire~ Hearing the tsundere deny me~ I want to approach here even more~ And make her mine to cook and tidy~ This... goes into the wrong direction. Feminists might think I was sexist.. It's just a poem! Calm down your tits!
Spoiler Dear family... Are you fine? Are you healthy? Are you happy? You not sad right? Eat more. Sleep more. Don't play too much. Don't drink to much. Do not think to hard, just rush in and finish the problem. Me? I am good. I still like usual. Nothing great... well maybe a few things happen. But. Nah. You not here. I still write it to you though. I will prepare the table. Cleaning the room. Wash the sheet. And preparing a story to tell. So come back when you are tired. We can share it together. Love you. Family.