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You lost your soul long ago, and what still remains can't grow another. You lost the trust in word "together", and what you can gain watching them suffer. You live in an illusion, you live under the cover. You must stop searching for reasons, why he left you to bears and move on for you holding, a wound with no heal's. You need to face your fears, you need to believe in other's, for under all your strength, there is a mask full of tears.
The man i was I was.. Reckless, selfish, arrogant, hasty, trivial, listener, amused, foolish, unprepared, unexpected, weak, young and half-hearted The man i am now I am.. Convinced, isolated, feeling lonely, wiser, sane, sensible, ugly, take responsibility, older, stronger and more determined to keep doing better. The man i see I need to be .. More wiser, more bolder, more self determined, more better and not to be the best but having a seat in-between. The man i need to be I hope to get wisdom for it's a bliss from only my god, to live a happy life, to feel confident, to spreads love every where, to let who around me feel safe, to see happiness in the eyes of my family, to be more responses and to be only me.
The heart will love.. When i dream that special woman, to hold me in the warm sunlight, to embrace me in the rising storm, to capture my feelings without a fight, to exchanging respect and delight...my heart will breathe... Our hearts will love. The heart will grow When that women holds my hand, to control my wild heart in its cage, to break the rocky mountains of my rage, to let our love guide us into distant lands... Our hearts will grow for each other's. The heart will break When that woman pushes me aside, even for an instant, to run away to the arms of fears, jealousy, doubt and the opinions of others, to caress the gentle touch of another hands, to leave me standing alone with no one by my side, to test my ability to endurance.. Our heartd will break. The heart will heal When we returns to each other's with crystal tears, when she know that I'm still near and lays out the burdens of her hidden fears, i will embrace her once more stronger than ever and reassure my love for her with a kiss and so much blessings, her reathing heart i'll feel.. For our hearts will eternally heal.
Stop terrorism and promote peace, replace class discrimination with universal brotherhood, abolish slavery and injustice with equity and fairness. Above all breathe out hatred and breathe in love! Then the world would be as beautiful as it was above.
Dear self. This is who I am.. This is all I've got.. These are my mistakes and everything I'm not. I'm not asking for your love, I want you to accepct me as what mirror reflect me.. Let go of these chains and set me free Yes I mess up everyday and I'm nowhere near perfect but are the brusises and scars really worth it Maybe I'm just a man, Who grew up way too fast and I'm trying make a future while i'm stuck in the past and you look so skinny but You feel fat inside.. You eat to cure the emotions that have died .. And you're dying to be loved again, cause you don't even love you and you're sitting in pain. Don't know what to do.. you look and smile in the mirrior but the smile looks fake.. And looking at yourself was another mistake. You hate yourself and you wish you were more strong, accepted wiser or pretty.. And so you wallow in your self pity. You're hoping to be accepcted, Cause you're so misunderstood You'd change your life in a second O... If only you could do, Feel less worthless and gain some self esteem for maybe things wouldn't be as bad as they seem. So you're writing yourself this letter .. In hopes that you'll get better. Maybe one day you'll seem that you're a shooting star or even you'll see that you've come so very far.. And finally accepct yourself.. For who you are. Your sincerely shadow. Take care.!
Since I haven't anybody to reveal what's languishing in my mind.. How I can face my fears, How I can move on with no tears.. O God.. Even when I accpeted my final destination, Sun stills deny me.. And refused from hadows to appears.
O.. God .. As the dawn start to gives birth to all your creations I'm bowing to your will willingness with the rest of my determination to lead my soul through the darkness valley of fortune and power lure, O.. God .. I'm asking you The richness of the soul, The peace of the heart and .. The beauty of the morals.. For you are the only one who know all my fears
Can love be given without being received.? Is it the giver or the taker who benefits more.? So, Let us speak about those issues.. If the steam does finally find it's way through the mountains and valleys before becoming part of an ocean's roar, it must continue to flow, least it dry up, leaving it's brittle and fragile remains, in an empty gully. So it is with love that is given and not returned. Then who is the taker or the giver.? The stream or the ocean.!!! Neither, for without the one, there is no other, for they are one to each other.. Then.. Love can not be given with the expectation of love in return. For, 'pure love' or true love must mutually be given. There is no 'taker'.. Because only those who 'give' can receive the gift of love. So, Let us understand that to love is to give and give and forever give..
Every time she scatters my heart but, she does not cognizant of it at all, either I am too paranoid or she is callous, Let it be owing to any reason, any impulse or urge, but still it creates a suffering in my heart Every time she confers, she is not oblivious to its effects, her words pierce in my heart like a spear, either she does it consciously or I am too conscious about what she speaks, Let it be owing to any reason, Any impulse or urge, Every time she insists on what I do not like or what I do like what she insists on, let it be owing to any reason, May be there is difference in our thoughts, May be there is difference in our likes and dislikes, But, when I think of giving up on her or living without her.!!! My heart stops to beat, My breath gets stuck in one way, My brain ceases to work, Yes, every time she creates pain in my heart, But.. She keeps me alive, Without her, I am dead, Without her, I am lifeless, Without her, there is no hope in my life, She is my life, She is my wife.
These evil days require you to grit our teeth in misery to survive, But we have to realize life is more than staying alive: We have to create magical kindness in the heart, Follow that thin skyline into the unknown. Living out our Divinity involves a philosophy of beauty and refusing to hurt anyone.. We try as possible as we can to be humble, and spread love all over the road, to become a good idea to exchange our thoughts even to take off our hats respective to the others philosophy .. That's how we should accept the difference, that's how we grow from nothing.. To everything.
Control your anger and never let it get control over you, Anger is dangerous for we don't know when it comes or when it goes, it feels your mind, fills your heart and feeds your soul or even takes a mighty toll. Anger will stay forever within to acting with might of all your sin, it's deadly to all the people around, brings sad, turns you mad at the thought of sound.. I'll whisper in your ears something about... all your fears.. In life we strive to be the best, to meet the best and to do the best surly for us but also for others.. So it's the right time to get control over your anger .. And let us do everything wisely,
When everything falling apart.. it will be our only bridge.. between life and death.. Our ego is the only tree will growing in self dust, but whenever it blooming.. It blooms in our souls always its rust..
This time I will never shed a tear, I will remember how this heart was torn apart, I'm the symbol of a soul with a broken heart, I tried to love but it seems so never right.. Now my intuition will never get me wrong. This time I’m strong to recover the debris of my broken heart, Sooner or later I will be whole again with passion to survive, for now my life runs so peculiar with no traces where I started, who could imagine that, good heart gone badly when I stumble so deep and now my vision has no point to fill my dreams. No more time to feel the pain within, I’m struggling hard to surpass this unfair game.. I was the picture of every day’s rain.. so cold inside but I feel the sorrows in all my body burning, No one can help me out even if I'm yelling. No sentiment I felt, O God.. Why.. why.. good heart gone badly when I fall apart.. This is me now different and changed to someone I don't know.!! I’m no longer that fool but there are so many peaces lost.. Is that was my true love.. cost.!
Between admiration and the dawn of sincere emotion, true feelings shines like Spring breeze. between the passion and the outbreak of fire of the desire, entity burns. Between the desire and life responsibilities, the seeds of love always germinate. Between love and exchanging respect, Garden of life blooms. Between life and the volatility of the seasons, tolerance and tenderness should start. Between tolerance and forgiveness, indifference and denial, flowers wither. Between apathy and loss of respect.. sun sets, assume everyone wrong, but.. Only flowers, paying heavy price. Love is a flower If we'r deciding to inhale the aromas .. We'll need to take care of it, but for incubating it .. We should have to get ready to bear and take the thorns even if blood flowed.. Personally I'm ready to pay all the costs.
She.. If you love me... Will you give me everything I ask of you.? He.. If I love you.. I will give you only what is best for you. She.. If you love me... You won't hurt me not the smallest hurt will do.? He.. If I love you.. I must hurt you, When the hurt is best for you.
Fingers mesmerizing cool and soft against skin..Tongues softly seeking whipping tasting lingering Arms clutching holding wrapping enfolding yearning Bodies yours to mine moulding wanting.. Caressing touching electrifying, Silken subtle gentle.. Wild and wonderful feathered touch.. Crushed rose petals Breaths heavy hot hard.. Molten Volcanic fiery delight Essence of love.. Passion.. Unforgettable irrisistable unimaginable Sweet sultry.. Amazingly beautiful Fantasy Dream coming to ..Reality When finally we .. Love making Love
My World it’s my solitude and life.. I can be myself and let go I can come alive and lead anybody to bow My word is my savior and a place of heartache, Confusion, love, and fate at the same time but, What it make you feel is not only something.. That last a few seconds but can bring a lot of memories.. Am I wierd .. O no, I just started to engraved on the stones.. To share it is to be brave in your love To gain it is to be greedy in your love To concur it is to accept some idiocy.. And to hide it is to be naïve Poetry isn’t something that comes and goes, It is like a tattoo that you will never get rid of .. Because it is embedded.. But the most important thing of all.. You need an empty place in your body to engraving it.. "love that will never go away"
It matters not if they be short or tall, The wonder of their loyalty dwells within them all. They are fountains of love as they share our concerns, As they sit and listen to our worries and woes, When telling them secrets no other soul can ever knows. They are gentle, beautuful, honesty made of what.!! Made of magic and grace, They are our companions, and our guardians of life, Will never desert us at time of trouble and strife, Will protect us, no matter the risk to them, For there is a trust and a bond that few can know, And they are full of blessings to bestow. Together we are adventurers and pioneers, Our walks through life always will be dear, We conquered our fears and conquered our tears... Yet even, through age, we may not see them now, I know they are still with me and are not from mind far away. They are with us, throughout the whole of the day.
I'm not asking for to much, I'm only gratefully to whatever you push me paths through.. Everyday typically seems like yesterday.. as if one's life stopped from routing so long ago. I'm not asking for to much, I'm only so very tiredly bending infront of your will.. For I have nothing left in my strength to waiting patiently to morrow to come. I'm not asking for to much, I'm only barely breathing kindly, softly in this evil atmosphere called life.. All morals became past, please .. God .. Give me a cause, a reason to struggl for it. God .. Be with me in calamity and grant me the good ones.
