That way...
I used to pull his hair tho.
Oh...my bad?
They say it was the devil
But oh
How it felt so good.
The way i used to
Pull his hair tho
Hmmm really was a mood.
Po_heart_rea
Fight for me.
Crave me like a garden craves the rose,
Like the stars the sky,
The fragrance the air,
The leech the blood,
The light the darkness,
The moth a flame,
The body a soul.
Fight for me like a never-ending battle of a poet and his thoughts.
Zai Hameer
You appeared in my life
twinkling like a star
far off in the distance
while being so near,
a light
shining through the pale bleak night sky
slicing through it like butter
and focusing on
me.
The first time we met
was at that tiny coffee shop just
one street off from that same university
that I used to attend.
I remember it clear as day
and looking back
it feels like a scene pulled
straight from a love movie.
I walked up to the door, hesitant,
anxious of what I would do
if I didn't spot you right away,
but I shoved that down and pulled at the door,
stepping into the warm coffee-filled air.
The lighting was soft and yellow, yet bright enough
to see everyone so clear, ...
And I'll take back what's Mine!
My freedom
My Independence
My life
My heart
My soul
My time
And I'll take them with me and guard them with all my strength, because all this thing make me who I am and I will not allow you to Change my identity!!!
It's so exhausting and frustrating trying to be yourself and the person you love the most keeps pushing you back in the closet.
"Some love stories are made to be incomplete. I still miss you and forever."
Luv$n♡₩
They will ignore you when you are single and want you when you are taken because they only begin to realize you are a good long-term partner when you are able to make somebody else happy. They fail to understand that in order for it to work with someone like you, they must also be a high quality partner themselves. @PLECCA
this is the translation of a letter written by a letterist name"Page9"
P.o box no 534411.
i love these lines because i feel it inside these days.
thanks for writing such feelings that i can't Express so easily.
Shy love is so pure that you can not even practice the poem about it first
It must come straight from the soul
Immature
Young
Shy
That is the feeling that lies in the words
Uncertainty
But it is pure and sincere.
Cuando me piden describir tú amor, pienso en Ícaro y su padre.
Yo soy ese Ícaro intentando codiciar y alcanzar tú amor cercano al sol, aunque en el fondo este advertida que si vuelo alto, los alas se desplumaran y la cera se derretirá, lo cual me hará caer al mar y fallecer en el intento de tocar lo que no está disponible para mí.
"Underneath the echoes
Buried in the shadows
There you were
Drawn into your mystery
I was just beginning
To see your ghost
But you must know
I'll be here waiting
Hoping, praying that
This light will guide you home
When you're feeling lost I'll leave my love
Hidden in the sun
For when the darkness comes."
- Colbie Cailat, When the darkness comes
It's approximately 4 years ago,
That my heart started fluttering for the rogue in disguise as my neighbour.
We'd talk, until we realised that time knew no bounds!
It all started with a prank,
And ended up filling my heart with ecstacy.
He came to meet me,
On an evening,
When i was home alone!
Lost of words were we, my eyes constantly stuck to his,
Trying to extract words
From the dictionary of our minds!!
He wasn't any angelic,
But he was none less than what i loved..
He moved forward and accepted the love of someone,
That he didnt deserve,
Tears that formed in my eyes,
Just gave birth to a smile
That wished to not disturb him anymore.
He found her cheating and hence moved on,
Maybe i wan...
Considering the scary pattern from the past my greatest fear is that, deep inside I know you're too good for me. I wish to over come this complex gradually. You're a luxury that I'm addicted to...
Verlegen liefde is zo puur dat je zelfs het gedicht erover niet eerst mag oefenen
Het moet rechtstreeks uit de ziel komen
Onrijp
Jong
Verlegen
Dat is het gevoel dat in de woorden ligt
Onzekerheid
Maar wel zuiver en oprecht
People dance when the music comes in,
And they cry when the words hit them.
Just a little tale of melody. Of words making love to music.
Una decisión
A sólo seis días para tomar una decisión, me pregunto si... ¿seré capaz de poner mis pies firmes en la tierra y decirle ese 26 que ya no voy a continuar y que pienso seguir mi canino o si le diré lo que realmente quiero y deseo decirle pero no se si me conviene? "Lo mucho que la pienso, quiero y deseo. Lo hermosa que es y que en cierta manera, es la única persona que me hace temblar con su llamada telefónica, algún mensaje que ya no es tan frecuente o su simple y genuina manera de sacarme de lo que estoy haciendo sólo por atenderla". Son muchas palabras pero en el momento exacto, no piensas en nada y lo que estas supuesto a decir no sale de tu boca. Es como si tus cuerdas vocale...
When our hearts are shattered into pieces, we start to look for some diversions that could let us forget the pain that we felt inside.
We look for reasons not to fall in love again. We wait for that one person to fix us but unconsciously we are not waiting for him or her to fix us but to make us realize that our heart is not broken at all.
These winds are very much like you
play with my hair they tease me through
Give that gentle shiver like you do
tell me somewhere there you miss me too
-$apna
I found a girl who stands in the corner and observes everyone.
The one who has a lot to say but hesitates to because she thinks no one is interested in listening.
It might appear as if she has low confidence but that’s really not the case .
It’s just sad that she has never met someone who truly understands her.
So she thinks it’s best that she keep her thoughts to herself.
But the gyres of thoughts that she has kept inside her has now started troubling her
And all she wishes for is a confidante.
S.A
Está digitando...
É assim que se resume o meu amor por ti
Te observo horas a digitar
O telefone toca, é você.
Eu pergunto: O que está digitando? É um Bíblia?
Ele sorri e responde: Estava digitando as emoções de quando o teu corpo veio ao meu, porque foi pura poesia te ter nos meus braços e enxergar o caminho mais bonito dentro dos teus olhos e o gosto doce da tua boca. Sua pele macia me mostra a casa que eu sempre desejei morar, teu cheiro suave é como melodia para a minha alma faminta. E eu só te telefonei para ouvir tua voz nua e sem censura que não pode ser descrita e sim ouvida de todas as formas fazendo meu mundo crescer e florescer dentro de nós.
May Andrade
