Rain,you came today as a guest
Drenched my clothes at best!
Curves of my body you adore
My lover stares at them and admire,
I too stare at him , forget to enquire
My eyes present...
Love writing my own quotes or sharing great quotes,
"As the ages go on we forget to smile,
Bitterness creeps in, fear of death drives us, happiness fades,
Look not at ones self...
Humans are the only species that cut the trees, then make papers with that and will write on it “save trees”
Nothing has yet been said that's not been said before.Terence.
Behind the Worn Locks
The Large two story house screamed they were a wealthy family
The large gardens agreed; Their beauty told that the woman was dedicated
A fresh cut lawn...
Never ignore a person who loves and cares for you, because one day you may realize that you've lost the moon while counting the stars
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were -- I have not seen
As others saw -- I could not bring
My passions from a common spring --
From the same...
How would your life be different if you learned to let go of things that have already let go of you?
From relationship long gone,
to old grudges, to regrets,
to all the...
It controls the beast
It dwells within your heart
Connecting your inner self to the outer appearance
An appearance that is used to define who we are
But who we are is not...
Today is not for her
Today is not for him
Today, everyday - for me
And so I live
And so I breathe
Today, everyday - for me
If the tables were turned, I might have more elbow room,
Because you'd be hunting for what you yearn.
Or another course will we consume?
The stomach starts getting weak I've...
Why do some people always feel that poems have to rhyme? Like a poem is still as good as any other poem without rhymes every other word, sometimes it's even better. (:
Regretting everything I say,
baby I'm sorry don't leave.
Stay with me, just stay.
I need to think before I speak,
don't go, I know I'm weak.
You deserve better than me,
but I can...
Feels like I'm walking on roses,
every thorn piercing my skin.
This game, I'll always lose.
Why waste my tears?
I'll always be a lost case.
Trapped in my own cage,
I'm just sitting
hoping for the day
when the gallows man
jingling his keys
against the iron bars
to let me know that the
clock is a'ticking
I'm not going to crawl back,
for you to complain over all I lack.
Your words are too much to hack.
Beauty is beyond skin,
but you're stupidity is at the core...
I call this, "Old isn't better."
Dress the girls up in dresses,
dress the boys in suits,
we might as all be mutes.
We speak, you don't hear,
stuck up your own rear.
You say we...