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You confused my heart with you, and I am hiding and concealing my emotions, Tell me what should I do with you or what should I do with my heart, I want to complain to you from the fire of your love, I want to tell you about what I kept in my heart, what is keeping me sleepless at night, what is making my feelings cry and to describe to you the exhaustion of my soul, but my self-pride, my dignity prevents me,
O.. one look in my eye, and you'll see what is written in it... This glance of desire and longing and this tear I hide, and this dream between my eyelids stays with me the whole night, it kept me awake between thoughts and sorrows And its shadow passed me inside my eye, And between my desire and my deprivation, And my confusion with my repression,
O.. how many nights I've spent with my dream, I give my soul patience with a word you said to me one day, spent the night thinking of what has happened to you and what has happened to me, And I said he has neither experienced confusion upon when I greet him nor has he experienced desire to my eye, he will speak, and then I comes back and forgive you again and again and long for you to be with me,
I fought you between my soul and made good with you and fought you again and I say after my soul takes pity on me... It obeys me to increase my deprivation and I will remain loving you no matter what I say, or what has confused my thoughts, Your heart does not indicate a hidden love and when you heart deprives me and shows my eye your love... I am concerned for what is preoccupying you and my soul hears your call.
Too much of good things may be bad, the sooner it spreads happiness the near it will turn us into sad. We may got our share of necessary losses, but we should go on with pride, dignity and never be mad. For all our ups and downs were but distinguishing between who will be there and who can't found. yet always remember that, life is what once was held onto light, through misty despair it may leave our sight, I've a heart protect you, called you my life, but I have a question do simple yet Sharp as a knife ... are we living life of death, or the death of our life . ..? are they pretend to help you watching our lives decay, or you just waiting our "togetherness" last day. which of these questions holds the truth...! which of our feelings need more proves..!
If you really love someone . You will stand face to face against the wind. You neither leave his heart wounded nor in the middle of the fire thow it away. If your heart was still innocent... How to judge by injustice on innocent. And leave his heart lonely, sinking, wrestling waves all alone. If you really love by all your heart .. you should knew how to protect your love, you do not hesitate even for a second to dwell among his embrace and hug, not in a minute you go and forget about him without any excuses. If you love someone, you wouldn't fool him, or let him suffer from your absence, and waiting you with tears to know your way every night.. Every day Never bore him so much until it becomes over his will... Neverlethim regrets for fidelity wasn't sin, If you love someone , you should knew its feeling need two together to explain, not a feeling full of bitterness If you love someone . You should sacrifice, break down any rules, don't be the cause of his wounds, don't hurt him deeply in his emotions... And when he was weak, he was waiting for a moment of merciful. he was hoping for honesty heart which stood with him... Side by side before he gets collapse...
Yesterday I said goodbye to my last tears, I Shied it overcame all the places and memories that brought us together, And returned alone grabbing through this darkness roads, Where she went. Searching even for her as a friend wondering to where all swept away with love, Then again another new tear flow over them all, When about her heart.. My heart asked me, where it vanished... Even the perfume she was used to let it touch her skin.. I smell it.. I smell it from afar. You awoke my wounds which were quenched. You thought it was dead, how you think that wounds can be dead, Now I lost picture of the truth. Of my old pictures, it was remain antics .. Then you Killed it by silence.
Whoever reads history, despair will never enter his heart, and he will see that life is nothing but days God deliberates it between people. The rich become poor, the poor turn rich, and he who yesterday's strong may be the weaker today, Even yesterday's rulers are homeless today, Judges are accused, and he who has the power are defeated sometimes somewhere somehow. The astronomy keep routing and life do not stand and keep moving, even accidents do not stop running ..and people exchange chairs, Neither sorrow nor joy lasts forever except the pain of your true love, will always bleed in this forbidden place called heart.. So be sure before you fall in love, for at this very moment you give someone else the permission to hurt you eternally.
Tell me, what I should do and still I didn't do it. What I missed to be the man who can fit, My life you have taken, my heat you have gotten... All love words had written, words I new its meaning and even the words meanings I've forgotten. Tell me, what I should do and still I didn't do it, what I missed to be that man . . . before I'll leave this earth and waiting you in the other side with a tear telling you "I'm still waiting for you see how fool you were. ..!"
Clinging to the tone of deprivation and kept complaining, letting subject goes astray, neither the sweetness you saw helped you nor the tenderness you feel everyday, and I know there's nothing will intercede to my heart saving it from that sway, Am I hurting you, O.. be honest for you have the ability to hurt a country... I'll leave you for there is nothing left you can do but killing me, I'll leave you and abandon you forever for you think you bought me, I'll leave you for the "I" in me shout, and the "you" with hopeless doubt, will never be "we".
When you lose your love to someone in the mist, it is the "I" who is lost, and then you fell like it is both who are you need the most... And nothing is ever as the same as you want it to be. We live in a very ordinary world, can't you just see, any extraordinary pain mixed with the small routines, our loss seems huge and yet nothing can be pinned down or fully explained, for you are afraid if you found the perfect love, it would scald your hands, You push and push to lose your love for him and then it is him who is lost... You tried not to hurt and yet,, everything you touched in his fragile world became a wound, then you tried to mend what cannot be mended, you tried, neither by your vanity nor tenderly, to rescue what cannot be rescued. My darling... You failed, for nothing is ever as perfect as you want it to be.
And I was light a candle into your night before it getting dark For one only has one life and it's time to make our own mark. So... Please pray for hope and be strong, and if in your lips I needs to believe , I wish that nothing tonight will go wrong. goodnight, google fan's
Put these words in your mind and feel them with your heart. femininity isn't to show men much attractions or the beauty of your body or even how smart you are... For If this was the criterion for evaluation, then bars and brothels would be the first targets of men to search for what they need, femininity standard in my life dictionary is to be chastity, inhibition, abashment From the other hand, real men not whom Stringy, Fanatic opinion, Moody. And not of course the drinkers. Manhood is literature in treatment others.
Right now I just want to come to terms, search for hope, and pray for pleases you through words. Dreamland is for lost souls, and not for tending, I am still here hoping and your attitude still need to amending. No brash word or song will say goodbye... It is my fight for hope it is not about your lie. Please don't close your eyes tonight.. I see you are wishing to reverse that fight. One doesn't know the way life turns out and It is good that life goes so round about. I feel no regrets to be part of these five years... because tomorrow ... may have more fears I might have only one moment left in this earth to stay, But my force will never leave... today.
No one can be ever be completely good or bad, Live makes us flit between happy or sad. No one is just clever we can all be fools, Whatever happens we are all life’s tools. Some our words they manipulate and us vexed, Repeat our words completely out of context. False images are formed masquerading as truth, This deception has been practiced by most since youth But the truth will always win as it reveals itself gently,, The falsehoods appear and shrivel away sometimes slowly, So try stay true adapt as life’s makes us ebb and flow, Throughout our real true soul will truly show However elaborate the lies, while the plain truth they refuse to accept, One day they have to face it and finally their lies will be met,
Somewhere on this earth there's a place waiting for us willingly. Someday we may discover our real destiny Somewhere beneath the hill, a hope hidden carefully Someday you may find your heart soul lie in paradise peacefully Somewhere we will find that offers total tranquility Someday we will uncover true love for eternity
You think I'm a fool, just like any unwanted tool, Residing at the bottom of the tool box, decaying rusting unwanted to all. I cling to false hope of love and help them to things mend I try all possibilities to give my best but they just fling me back beneath the rest I gave my all to help again but to try to speak I'm the lowest of men It proves I'm the least important tool of all, So into the bottom of the tool box again I fall.
These few weeks I reverted back to the old me, The pain I hide away so no one will again see, except in what i ink I’m fine happy I will say, I detest lying but others prefer it that way. I try to be there just listen whatever happens to you, even I’m crashing badly somehow this I still can do, I feel weak, sick, tired, exhausted in reality, No one realizes how bad it is as they don’t care about me. I guess I now know just badness bad luck to others I bring, So I ought to just die so I don’t hurt others with this evil thing, I hate me for spoiling things and bringing others down, So I have to self-destruct in silence and never show a frown. I guess when I see someone is happy I should not stay, Because I will chase their happiness good fortune away, For others have more value purpose that is sadly true, They deserve to be happy and I mustn’t make them blue. So pain, hurt, frustrations I will just file away and hide, as silently crying as I just die more and more inside,I survive only to serve my family to try let them live, to repay them for all that they have to others give. When this is over at last I can at last go permanently away, I’m too tired now and have no other reason to on this earth stay.
Out of love, a person need to maintains a balance of feeling, for some are destructive and others giving healing... Some gave us great joy.. whereas others are sad, Can you see, they can be good or painful and bad. As we rise joyfully high then to depths we fall, A balance of life is there for us all. We have these two huge extremes... To appreciate the opposite to "me" it seems. When the darkness falls we'd not fight, If we were never filled with good light Opposites are always there and always inside we kept, for we've all experienced joy then to have wept. So darling, when next time it seems again all is sadly tossed... And life meaning and purpose has been lost, just remember though bad, the opposites still near.. We keep trying, we must have faith.... and good sooner or later will .... appear.
And for your morning I'm sending a gentle touch of love for
kindness bears the sweetest fruit, that makes our dreams come true. Touch my heart and I'll touch yours, guide me when I'm blind, for a good
heart, good love and good friends are hard to find. Touch my heart and
I'll touch yours, a little more each day, may we both find happiness,
somewhere along our way.
In the darkness as the flame flickers up high above... you make my heart melt from your
candle of love. You give me light, when I can't see... you take my
sadness, and set it free. Promise me to be always there, day or
night... you guide me in, with your shimmering light. You will be there to
warm my feelings when I am cold, always around for me to hold. You have understanding, and show me concern, forever in my heart,
your candle will burn. When the power is out, you're always there, to
give me comfort, and show me care. This may be a
poem or maybe not, but the feelings are real, from your candle of love, you made me
feel. How proud I am, to be at your side, now I have light, I don't have
to hide. For you my dear, you make me live, in
return, I'd like my all to give.
The most true meanings of love we hear it without the accent of words.... The most beautiful vision of life we see not with eyes but through our feelings... The magic of charming music is felt in our heart with the soul ... not our ears, We all have the same senses yet not all of us knew how to use it. You see, you want me to
run towards success because it does not have legs ... but I prefer to
crawl towards the house where my love is waiting for me. You see the poet beneath my words, whenI prefer the child who drives my emotions towards you. How beautiful it is when we write words remain by some as beautiful and seen by some as expressive and
influential, and seen by others as meaningless... while there are few who know what is hiding behind its queues.
